The War's not done
The war's not done
The pain goes on
Bleak masks on faces of stone
Hearts are dying
metal bleeds
Oh why the fuck doesn't the pain just leave?
Candles blow out
we're stuck in the dark
Oh why do the soldiers aim at my heart?
You wear black cloth
Your lives are ruined
Because the war's not done
The pain lives on
and thrives on the blood of broken hearts.
-Mada El-Horr
2016
