Under the light of the moon we sit,
Amidst the raging battle of fire and hell.
The cries pierce through the silence of the night,
I close my eyes, trying to imagine a better world,
Yet my thoughts are clouded, unable to see past the flames.
When it rains, I only see tears set our foundation.
Is this suffering what we are made of?
Is our passion for destruction all that we are?
Somewhere along the road, we lost to the ways of life,
And how far have we come?
If in the morning I wake up as myself,
Or dead and buried in a world fuelled by hate,
Remember, there were cries in the night,
*Before the silence began.