The soul of flesh has walked away

A symptom of flash-static pain

Brought through the contrasting of

A world of hate, and a peaceful dove



A saddened face is bathed in light

Unaware of watchful eyes

A victim of the burning night

Assuming no one hears his cries



If one could hear him, then that one wouldn't care at all

If one could hear him, then that one wouldn't care at all

If one could hear him, then that one wouldn't care at all

If god could hear him, then that god wouldn't care at all