How many people killed for nothing
My black, cold heart, my shattered soul
This place of never ending suffering
Destroys, creates a gaping hole

A hand in mine, the girl is frightened
She wants to know that all is well
I have no comfort but to tighten
My grip and say a fast farewell

Till there we stand, before the fire
And both of us can only pray
Dear God O mighty one who's higher
I ask that this not be the day

But steadfast fate cannot be altered
As we gaze into the burning trench
The smell of smoke leads me to falter
To stumble in the dead hot stench

My lips are dry and cracked and broken
The little girl reduced to fear
The voice of death has surely spoken
Pronouncing that our end is near

I cannot brace myself for dying
But I cannot wait for endless sleep
With a final foolish thought of flying
I close my eyes,
breathe in, and
Leap.