casting my gaze towards the sky
now painted black and sprinkled with gold,
i feel the air brush slowly by
across the bleeding land below

It spoke of wars th'were suffered
through the feeble pass of time
as people’s hearts were hardened,
scarcely beating in their prime

lives were taken, tears were spilled
hearts were broken, trust was killed
as the blood of the martyrs rained upon the ground
it had seemed no one’d remembered there was suffering in this town.