Behind the waterfall of emotions
it all came to an end,
there where nothing left.
Since disaster of irregularities
was sent upon, the feeble minded.

Anguish sent quivers through out my bones,
everlasting feelings that will never cease to end.
All that we've fought for, to an end it all came, without remorse to the fight inside.

To what menace will this be told
for and to what matter.
Stirring up the ground
an easy way to settle for peace

Can we find the meaning of the incidents?

The feet leave prints that will remain
for a lifetime,
to prove what the tales we tell.
The swollen hill sets before me
on my travel onward,
like inflamed wounds of the past I see.

My finger tries to capture the remaining air
to heal my inner self
Broken shortcuts seem to be the route we'll take until the roads ends with my downfall.

The grass is all brown of shredded anger
that remained throughout the
hours of our ingnorance.
Will we be able to restore the wrongs,
that we have done?
And will the march continue?