this is where they rose and fell
things will keep to follow the same patterns
once ill defined now much-accented
no such real sense of anomaly
winds have blown away every inch-block of debris
from the rubbles of our tragic yesterdays
scenes will always in changing positions
but i doubt if they are progressing and transforming
the way wedestroy our desirable future
we have tried, at least we've tried
to heal ourselves and learn from the past
unexpected, the gazing x factors
start to crush from the inside
time has washed away all these traumtic moments the earth once had
but will our children be free from all the wars?
like thick black dots in continuum
we will never erase or take them off the line
so many nailshave pierced down our wooden existence
leaving all these black holes until it come to an end