Final Hour
Years of fighting
Silence & in violence, we meet.
I can’t feel my hands – calloused, cold.
Haunted by the voices
Jolted by fearful agonies and no control
Given up on hope.
You lie with eyes refusing to be set free
Slavery tastes our tortured apathy
No choice but to succumb ... be numb.
Enough
Years of fighting
Silence & in violence, we meet.
I can’t feel my hands – calloused, cold.
Haunted by the voices
Jolted by fearful agonies and no control
Given up on hope.
You lie with eyes refusing to be set free
Slavery tastes our tortured apathy
No choice but to succumb ... be numb.
Enough