You can see the pain all over their faces.
Look them in the eyes,
And you see a reflection of their soul that shatters,
Now there is only one thing that matters.
In every part of their bodies,
In every little bit of flesh that remains,
You can see that they are hurt almost enough not to breathe.
Loosing strength even in the protection from their myelin of their brains.
As if the gray matter of the regime got too dark,
To tell the right way from the wrong apart.
Wherefore the innocent get hurt by the once that should protect them.
They fight for the good,
More than anything to save a life that’s worth to live,
Wanting to be understood.
Helping to take away the pain,
Like cars get washed from the rain.
We can’t be the saviour they need on earth,
But turning our back on them,
It will only get worth.
Clouds are no longer the only thing passing,
Honestly we have to start confessing.
Running from flames that turn their world into dust,
Like iron gets destroyed by rust,
It's people who make their world hell and break their trust.
And are still not stopped with their reputation.
So that everyone starts looking for another destination.
Just to take away the pain.