Wounds of a nation,

that bears a great bruise,

a reminder of war,

of the past we can't choose.

Monuments shattered,

the town is a wreck,

the fields once bloomed,

now bear no respect.

All that's left is gunpowder,

in a broken nation's heart,

like a note never written,

that never did start.

What is a broken nation?

like a note that won't play,

what i live is this sorrow,

as my land slips away.

For every song is in shadow,

and each passion fades,

when i saw the dead,

all joy quickly decayed.

The land of our ancestors,

that cost so much to build,

in little time will perish,

all hopes are now chilled.

This overwhelms us,

as the crazed cries soar,

never more bitter,

the people drown in their war.