Braking glass and violent screams keep us awake
We think there is another way of life
Something easier to take
Because this can't be hell
We haven't died yet
But as to whether we're still living
Is anyone's best bet
I know there's a sun over the horizon
So I keep dreaming of nights without sirens
Even though I never sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem