Lost.
Can you see the beauty of the beast?
Can you see the beauty of the dark?
When life have become decreased,
And sorrow has left its suffocating mark.
Can you hear the silent scream?
Can you hear their silent cry?
When you whish this to be a dream,
But it is a very real goodbye.
Can you taste the ashes in the air?
Can you taste their unmistakable fear?
When it's all pain and despair,
And all good seem to disappear.
Can you feel their hearts aching?
Can you feel the pain in their last call?
When their hope is breaking,
But you can't feel anything at all.
Can you say who is to blame?
Can you say when it will go away?
When you are the one put to shame,
And the world is on its last day.
With the most tragically bittersweet and melancholy cost,
You see a gloomy unhappy world where everything is lost.
