A place of peace and care,
Turned by hatred to despair.
Hear the children's screams,
As they loose their beloved dreams.
As their sons and daughters die.
Panic blooms like an evil flower,
As the world turns to worship an evil power.
Sorrow follows us everywhere we go,
Oh, what we could give for a little hope to show!
So scared to be alone,
For how much longer shall we have to mourn?