We are the soldiers,
Marching 5 by 5 to defend on their graves.
We are the pain,
Felt when knives pierce skin.
We are the blood,
Spilt on the streets daily.
We are the scavengers,
Fighting for food to survive one more day.
We are the rivers,
Dirty but still supplying water.
We are the screams,
Rippling through the world.
We are the travellers,
Searching their paths for a better life.
We are the torment,
Thrown at the different.
We are the sorrow,
Tears shed at times of desperation.
We are the cold,
Kissing lives to death.
We are the fires,
Turning everything to ash.
We are the waves,
Lifting villages 10 feet high.
We are the cries,
From moments being stolen.
We are what we are.....
