But in vain
Time and again there is pain;
I was brought to a Promised Land
Created with killing, insane;
where
Remnants of blood
Traces of flood
Sensations of fear
Remain;
I dream of a place secure
Clean colorful and pure
But I am not sure
As I see
the flying roof of a bus
As I hear
the terrifying sound of a blast
OH how long is it going to last?
As I fear
One moment in time
May be so fast
before we know
And thus
We are no where
No More