I hear the thunder, I hear the cries.
I smell the burning as my past dies.
I smell the death, all around me.
All the smoke says to flee.
The new day starts.
And we pray for a miracle.
We pray that we dreamed.
We pray that were dead.
To live like this, is no such life.
We are the prisoners, tried and almost dead.
While the others live and strive.
We live like animals, who have not been fed.
Its the end,
and yet i am so glad.
I wish for the best,
as the light consumes me.
I feel the death, all around me.
The heavy smoke whispers flee.
We dream so sweet,
of far places to go.
The new day starts.
And we pray for a miracle.
We pray that we dreamed
We pray that we're dead.
To live like this, is no such life.
We are prisoners, tired of tears
While the others live and thrive
We are animals with constant fears.
It is the end,
and yet i'm so glad.
My dreams become reality,
as heaven awaits for me.