The moon mourns the passing of the sun
gone, the last bullet from the last gun,
Take my hand now and watch the dust
settle and watch the statues rust,
laughter fills the air as the grass dances,
and as the shadow advances,
the petals embrace and fall together,
forgotten by their lovers forever,
all that remains is that single lotus flower,
Watching the fires of hate devour.

Eyes open.
I'm floating under a star filled sky
a thousand eyes crying goodbye,
Their tears fall on a guilt ridden land,
singing their song at a single command,
Sorrow drifting like the empty breeze,
whilsting through the hollow trees,
and beating on the swallow's wings.

Liberty screams, justice driven insane,
As the smoke enghulfs the golden grain,
the fields of red and white, blood and bones,
Heroes collapse from sticks and stones,
and we will not remember them.

Sorrow drifting like the empty breeze,
whistling through the hollow trees,
and beating on the swallow's wings.