Battlefield is empty
Silence dwells among every prayer
Words of hope reflect with a withering memory
Silence dwells among every prayer
Words of hope reflect with a withering memory
Charts lie dusty
Forgotten in the corner
As the road runs away from great history
When did we become so blind?
When did we forget the storm of life?
Or really the past left now so far behind
Open your eyes and see
These streams of innocent blood
Days of hunger and grief
Are they now so far?
Look now around!
What do you see?
Mountains of gold upon dead earth
Memories are forbidden all burnt
Withering song’s sound
Dwells now elsewhere, though not here
Don’t you hear…
Old grace dwells in faded days
Torn souls of fallen heroes
Howling and crying the saving prayers
All for broken preys
Look around
Do you like the scenery?
Awake the world
From this scary dream
Don’t be afraid
All nightmares always end
Hold on and take my hand
Linlin's Poetry 