Light the dark shade of the night.
People holding hands are walking,
It seems like they forgot the talking.
Shattered pieces of their heart
Are lingering is shapes of art.
The love once known it's long forgotten
Deep in gold and poisoned water.
Happiness has changed its path:
It glorifies a rug of death.
The soul humanity it holds
It slowly dies in wars of words.
Enchanted faces born to rule
Will lead the magic into doom.
The birds won't sing, they'd lost their voices.
It does not seem, but we have choices.
To live, to die, to love, to hate,
To bring them down or give them faith.