In the dead of this night, I stand here alone,

This cold air touches my face, I’m reminded of home.

But it is but a memory, I’ll never again see,

Since the wars that men wage, have come for me.

The silence has died here, from the bombs in the air,

And the lifeless still body’s, looking up in cold stares.

Hear some pray to die sleeping, other's struggle just to stand,

And the man made thunder echoes, and reminds you, you are but a man.

I feel all that is wanted, is to feel a woman’s warm touch,

And to not feel so cold, I need to feel it so much.

I’ve been here for so long now, for an infinity it seems,

The struggle without reason, seems like a bad dream.

Now as swiftly as it left me, the cold silence returns,

And the bombs have long faded, but the memories still burn.

They’re sending me home soon, or so I am told,

But my spirit has died here, alone in this cold..

Rainy nights, in a sleepless town,

Sirens scream, a piercing sound,

For lovers lye, where victims wait,

The Rainy night, for them to take.

A woman cries, a young boy stares,

The passerby’s, who wonder there,

The sirens stop, doors open wide,

The young life lost, to take inside.

The sirens soon, return to wail,

Telling yet another’s tale,

Police lights flash, a man in chains,

He’ll pay the price, for his woman’s pain.

The Sirens cease, only halfway there,

Her young heart stops, no pain to bear,

Not far behind, the rain stills falls,

Life goes on, until the next call.

There once was a man, who thought himself a king,

He longed for control, over all living things.

He hovered above, as he looked down below,

On the cold angry masses, of the lives that he stole.

As he played out his ruse, his wife was the first,

To fall victim to the passion, of his glowing self worth.

His daughter was next, to feel her dreams die,

A fairy tale princess, to the secret she hides.

And his son was the last one, to get beaten down,

The first heir to the throne, of his troubled crown.

Now his subjects have all left him, for they have seen its no use,

And now the king stands alone, in his world of abuse.