Freedom From Darkness

The shouts the screams.
The silence the names.
The way they use us.
I can't take this anymore.

Ye gave me a happy start,
Ye have given me a wonderful middle,
We have not reached the end yet
But it's not looking good.

Ye have gone through this war before,
And still come out alive.
But this time World War three has struck,
And I don't think we are all going to survive.

This time the silence is longer and stronger,
The words have more hatred.
It's just a long dark, black, endless tunnel,
I can't see the light anymore, it has disappeared.

In my four walls I cry.
I cry every day, but no one knows.
I ask myself what did I do.
Why do I deserve this, what did I do wrong?



I have tried everything, even praying
It worked in the past,
But I'm not sure about the present,
Or future, or if there will even be a future

There is only one way left to end this war.
To end the guns the screams the pain.
They don't know my pain; they don't know anyone's pain,
Except their own.

Once that A4 envelope come in that glass door,
There's no going back.
That one piece of paper will create a hole in my heart,
One that can never be filled again.

It will also leave a scar,
One to remind me of the pain the tears,
the hardship.
A scar of everlasting sadness.