Listen to the children

tell the stories of their lives

terrified to sleep

at night to take a breath to cry

wandering the streets unarmed

clad in solid black

for when tonight the demons rise

the child will come back

in the failing light we see the end

of this life

and welcome it

take me to the surface let me breathe

just for this

so the child paints a portrait

of a midsummer night sky

adding to it pieces

of the world seen through his eyes

bombshells and bloodshed

and tears between the lines

light a match the canvas burns

in the end we all die

wheres the good in goodbye

when all of us cry

at the end of the road

we'll run

can you hear the child crying

and im scared

of what may come

but ill stand in the light

we are the end

of this life

so welcome us

take us to the surface let us breathe

just for this

the end of days