She buries them in darkness,
In the lies that she keeps.
Whispering in their ears,
"You do not see what you see,
Don't speak, don't speak!"
Silence abundant amongst the weak.
Atrocities repeated
Into their beds it does creep.
Pure innocence, not safe
Until she falls asleep.
Through her windows
I cant help but see.
I speak, I speak.
Words fall on deaf ears.
For they are not meak and they believe.
But if they knew what I knew,
My words would be pointless, they'd leave.
And at that moment they'd know
Just how sweet fresh air can be.