And as I stood on top of the hill,

Casting my gaze at the lighted city below,

Voices seemed to cry out from the ground I stood on,

The souls that had long been gone,

Speaking of suffering and sorrow

The dark sky,

Seemed to paint out,

The defeated screams and shouts

The victims of the passed war,

All had known that their lives would only be bitter and sore

They had never seen the light,

Only the harshness of the fight,

The ferocious fires,

And the gunshots and bombs that rang out throughout the nights

They waited for each day to pass by,

Hoping that life would be kind

Yet,

It never came true,

Their worlds only filled with smoke and fumes

Loved ones were lost,

The world was as cold as frost

Tears were shed,

Blood was spilled,

And care was killed

Trust was slaughtered,

Cruelty was smothered

Pandemonium reigned,

Calamity raised,

And fear arose

Hunger had been their companion,

While they had hoped for a better future,

A brighter tomorrow

But the modern city,

That was filled with glee and harmony,

Seemed to have forgotten,

About the unbearable pain,

About the suffering of the town,

The vicious war that had ended without a sound.