Day and night I hear whispers,
Whispers of crying children
Why? I have committed no crime
I'm only a child, so why?
Those cries strike my heart like an arrow
I shiver, they're wounded, the children
Why? Why must I experience this?
It's a test? Of course it is
Or could it be that I am a child
Ignore, is what people always do
But why can't I ?
This seems real
The pain, the screams, the cries of those innocent children
And yet why must I witness such a thing
The new life of a flower burns down to ashes
Once more, no one cares
Where's the feeling, the love and warmth?
It's gone, humanity is no more
Yet why am I the only one that sees it?
The struggle is real
This is reality!
