Walking down the land of nowhere,
no trees, no land.
Alone.
I stand in the ruins of what once was the sacred land
Kids running down the streets,
poets lining up for books
a happy place

Then, the dark days came…
emotions got mixed, run away thoughts but
Where are you?
Are you in the trees, hiding with the monkeys?
Are you in the battlefield, volunteering to go first, just to see her again?

Did you forget, I was waiting for your presence, in the same tree?
Forgetting about the errors you did, that made me cry?
Lying to me and making a deeper cut, not caring anymore?
Day after day, I was reluctant, waiting and waiting
and you never came,
days passed by and I think to myself,
Why did you betray me?
Was I blinded by your thoughts?
Was I part of your plan, to hurt me in an uncertain way and I was tricked?

The battlefield, bodies lying across,
paying a price for what you did
uncertain murder, uncertain death
my emotions, lying across the ground,
nobody to save them
The village, the sacred land,
where my emotions played a price.