Eyeing the grave of ruins, Makes my heart bleed, cut and through.

Ye know the tremor of shrapnel , the hellish noise of a bullet , which spears through the winds core. Sad the scene it is. The dark tear rolls down , makes every white face turn to evil black, the fear boils with the cold blood , dripping on calm sand. Ye Shannon wants to find love here ? Dont you see , eyes cannot sleep , limbs dont surrender . Those red lips through which honey drips down, Sweet dew floating on wind. That smile , mighty and spreads its fragrance to air. O where it is , years are low, less breath to take , more to gaze at. Ye are mindless ! Ye hope to find her in never ending smoke. Pieces of metal , heaps of debris, Shrieks the mother , Whines the newborn baby. Love is a sacred water which flows , in a perfumed paradise. She cannot breathe here , the darkness tarnishes her milky cheeks. Love never cries but she will, bleed here.