As I look through the cloud
a wavering thick smoke fills
I hear a sound, something familiar
a thrill of shock rushes down my veins, and what is that I see; A man on the ground and I wonder is he asleep. Then I hear a voice and I wonder, could it be a mother weeping in sorrow for the death of her son lifeless on the ground.
My TV grows weary of dust,
because I don't go there anymore.
The pain and sorrows anytime
I watch it anytime I look, something fills my eye, could it be
"tears". The pain of life lost, the anguish of watching a life fade
away and the government sit still.
There I see in a distance, the army
raging and the drums of war fill the earth, I sit down on the floor alone in darkness, because this tears I can't cry no more.