We sit shivering in the cold, damp trenches,
While the hawkish winds slit through our veins.
Rain soaks, while I bleed tears.
I cringe into the darker holes, all hope lost.
Here was where he stood.
Glared at the words on the gate.
'Arbeit Macht Frei'
Work Sets You Free.
'Crafty as a serpent
In a cunning game'
True, it wasn't a war
It was a trap
Are you okay? '
A question everyone asks
I want to be the one to control my life
You strutted in front of us with a lurid façade of pride.
You strutted in front of us wearing that sickly, brute smile.
We all knew the colours that shone from it -
Arrogance, heinousness, heedlessness.
All I see is a thousand lights,
Sparks and flames buzz through the air.
Clashes of crimson and red, Paint murals across the sky.
For a stranger with my secrets.
Many years ago we were just strangers.
Knew nothing about each other.
'Whose shadow lingers here? '
Not a shadow but a spirit my love.
Its owner was quite happy.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,