• The silent city sleeps,
    with no one to hear.
    The nothing creeps over us,
    we know the end is near.

    Somewhere far away,
    a child screams in fright.
    Not knowing what will happen,
    in this shadowy night.

    Blood stains the streets,
    made with red hard brick.
    The blood of our families,
    for whom we're love sick.

    The sadness fills our hearts,
    making it hard to forget.
    Something didn't go right,
    and this we all regret.

    We pay the price,
    war goes on for many years.
    But we'll never forget,
    the silent echo in our ears.