Turn to your left, you see soldiers carrying their AKM’s
Touch the ground
Thousands of us walked these roads
The tension in the air  
suffocates the unfamiliar strangers.

Tears, the scent of sea salt
runs and dances through the breeze.
The present is heavy with the past
in this ancient town
as if it were cloaked in a burka
walking through New York City

I’ve never heard silence so loud before
Unable to speak our minds
In fear of whats to happen
We must keep our words inside
Preventing any further damage

Forgetting the truth and essence of life
Weeping out loud realizing just what I had lost
all that is important to me
taken without a cause