Woefully, though I observe,

I cannot impede

Wishing for peace does naught

I know this will end

~∆~

One way or another, tears will flow

Blood will spill

Hearts will break

Inevitably, and I would weep for them

~∆~

But tears cannot be shed

My blood already spilled

My heart, broken and mended

~∆~

How does life do this,

This endless circle of change

Are we naught but specks here,

Drifting endlessly through clouded skies?

~∆~

But I see, we are more

I must tell them, but will they hear me?

And what of the blind ones?

Can their eyes be opened?

Will they open their hearts?

Time will tell

~∆~

Through storms of chaos may we ride

From beneath the hills of burden

To fight the rising evil

Together