There is a haunting whisper
Every so often in my dreams
Each night getting crisper
All the same by all means
An old friend falling in my arms
A relative lying on the ground
The sounds of sirens and alarms
Showing signs of death are found
Sounds of gunfire in the distance
Screaming children cry for parents
Seeing they're creating a resistance
They hide behind the last defenses
Peace flows through the old city
No signs of life in the end remain
The town ends rough and gritty
The new ghost town is full if pain