Pain hides behind bright eyes,
Death crawls up to demise,
Bullets turn flesh to dust,
Metal caves under rust,
People drift away from roads,
And end up at the last abode,
Blood drowns under tears,
Helpless mortals facing fear.
Rain falls hard on window panes,
Flooding fields and narrow lanes,
Yellow light then falls around,
A ghastly glow on graver mounds.
The dust dances to the dirge,
When the departed come to merge,
How erroneous is this fallacy,
That which is gone will never be.
And the chain will never break,
Both grief and good it will take,
For when something comes to an end,
Something new shall then commence.
