Is it the sun,
is it blood?
We will never know,
Why the sky is red.
By the time we can see it,
We are dead.
Why is the ground so frail.
No plants grow,
Nothing, to no avail.
We will never know why it is this way,
Unless we leave our homes,
And ask for despair and decay.
Why is the sea so grey,
So lifeless,
With nothing to guide its way.
Why is there nothing,
nothing,
to say,
Anymore, after today.
After today they say it ends.
They've been saying that since the beginning
Of this fray.
And this day ends,
And brings a new day.
A new day full of hopeless reduction,
A new day full of useless destruction,
A new day full of stupid abduction.
A new day full of
New goodbyes,
One is born,
One hundred die,
A new day,
The same way,
The same people,
who always pray.
New soldiers that always try,
Not to fight, but not to die.
What is the snow falling from the sky?
Don't be silly, reason why.
If it is not snow,
then what can it be,
so pure and light, falling from above,
It is the ash of those so innocent,
Who tried to save our lives,
and our love.
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