Focal Point
suffering of the masses
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Suffering Of The Masses
As the world is flooded with black
A fire burns to light a shapeless path
The masses cry out and plea for help
Their voices ring for everyone to hear
And those left raise their voices to say:
We
are
few
but
we
are
strong
Behind silent walls I hear their screams
I hear them cry out, I hear their screams behind silent walls
I hold this life in my hands
Its head falls back to exhale a last breath
What has happened here?