You would witness your planet falling apart While you were making some art. The ages are dark and left a few scars. Secrets are locked into some keepsake. Moanings were scattered from dawn to dusk Children would utter some prayers. Forsaken souls won't be enslaved Their stories engraved into their caves. Strange brawls to wars Choose a side and crawl ideals just fade out You fought without a doubt. You long for a change We crave for an end of tears.