A trickle of time
A seed of sorrow
A heart of hope
Of secrets unknown
A life we once lived
That shall never be
 
The songs of a million are silenced as one
The flames of a million are drenched as one
The rage of a battle that is fought by none
The strike of a blade that is wielded by none
 
Do we not see the calamity of war?
That tears, that breaks all we have sought for.
Do we not hear the voice of hope?
 
Of peace, of life, of serenity, of courage?
Have we grown lost in the maze of revenge?
Do we not see, within our reach, the key?
 
Each night we dream of an end to the eternal ring of flame
Each night we sing of a hero, though we know not his name
 
Each night we crave a cure lying where we cannot see
Each night we hear the melodies of what will never be
 
Each night we weep for the child whose mother he shall know not
Each night we curse the serpent, the serpent that was never fought
 
Each night we rest in agony, for courage we do not see
Each night we strive for that which will never be
 
Oh dreams! Oh memory! Oh time! Where art thee?
Wherefore have you drifted like a cloud we cease to see?
Oh fate! Oh destiny! Oh future! Where art thou?
We have craved you once, and yet we fight you now.
Oh courage! Oh valor! Oh strength! Where art thee?
Abandon us you did, for we fight what we cannot see.
 
Should we cease to act
In dreams we shall remain
Cursed by cowardice
Shunned by ignorance
Paralyzed by pride
Blinded by memories
Murdered by determination
To fight, to kill, to choke
The vortex of change
 
-          Ayah Gouda