Sleepy...

She saw them bleeding
And she took their place
She wanted to wipe tears
And didn't see the blood in her face

So many times she tried to do something
But no action could be seen
She looked at them through the glass
And she heard the screams

The atmosphere was heavy
And the blood was everywhere
Silence was the king
In the kingdom of despair

The wind carried the ashes of the battle
To a safer place in the middle of nowhere
The cheap bottles of wine
Would be enough for the ones in there

It got cold, it was getting late
The stains were there, for no rain would come this time
And no tears would fall
To the ground that in red shines

Just a poet with deep wounds would see beyond the scene
Of terror, anger and anguish inside and outside
For the others, there's nothing left
Just a lost and weary pride.