The streets are silent though I seem to hear The cries of children that are nowhere near And in the darkness lies things we wish our eyes could unsee
These wondrous places in a world we've known Have turned to graveyards made of fear and stone The world is standing still so I take my quill and I write
Under the rain of gods, we'll trust in ordinary men to shine some holy light Yet all we seem to know is things we cannot change sometimes were never meant to be
