They say one should look to the skies,
To seek highest goals through the air;
Twas not meant as guard it by eyes,
To glance up with withering fear.
They say that the heavens are free
To those justly determined to soar,
But when harnessed cruelly
Hell breaks land;there is safety no more.
Blue is the sky
Is the cold in the wind
And the glint in the eye
Of the cruel mastermind who put
Red in the sight
Of a wall falling down and
Of flames in the night boiling
Blood on the ground while
White cold faced dead
Are enveloped in dust
And fear takes the hearts
Of the live, losing trust...
They say one should look to the skies
And remember the innocent killed,
But then to flex wings and to rise
Out of tragedy, high, stronger willed!