INTRO]

(The harmonica begins with a raw, heartbreaking note of nostalgia, mirroring the pain of a broken war. In the background: the sound of a tank engine fading, bombs and explosions, helicopters, screams, and military radio static.)

[VERSE 1]

I walk through the cracks of what was once my home

Those doors that once invited me in

No longer exist.

There are hundreds of dead souls

And winds carrying the weight

Of the scent of death and war

Where the stones only keep silent

About what they cannot scream.

It’s not rain soaking the cold pavement,

It’s the sweat of fear, the trail of lament

[.VERSE 2]

There’s a tank on the corner where an altar stood yesterday,

And a vessel approaches with a military legion.

Now everything hurts me

As I watch it all burn to ash.

In every passing second, life

Is reaching its end.

[CHORUS]

A silence with an echo

That won’t stop screaming.

A sigh and a lament

That will never be heard

Anymore.

In the distance, the fire blazes

And won’t let me breathe.

A millennium where fear

Only makes us weep.

Leaving our memories behind

No longer knowing what to think.

If tomorrow never comes,

Perhaps… nothing will be the same

Ever again.

It won’t be.

I know it won’t happen, it won’t be the same.

The walls fall like leaves in autumn,

Left destroyed in this sad abandonment.

The shadows embrace me, searching for a way out,

While through the sewers… life escapes us.

There is no more joy,

No one left to laugh.

[CHORUS 2 - Powerful, raspy contralto vocals]

Oh, the horror!

There are no people left, no,

Only the echo of a rumor.

Oh, the terror in my heart!

I feel it as I look at my streets,

Which are weeping in pain.

Torn walls that no longer have a voice,

Witnesses of a war… that drives us away from God.

[BRIDGE - Intense Spoken Word over a dark piano]

I look up and the sky is a wound,

Desperate and confused.

I only wait for it to tell me

If this war will ever end,

Or if I am even still alive.

The windows are blind eyes, the houses are dead doors.

Who will come to clean the blood from the sidewalks?

If the world turned its back and the wind is filled with dread,

All I have left is my guitar and this imploring song…

In the midst of these ruins

That are collapsing

.[OUTRO]

(Violin fades into the sound of freezing wind and distant sirens)

Weeping streets…

Screaming streets…

A pain that no one…

No one wants… to heal.

Winds blowing,

Airs carrying

So many laments.

That no one…

No one wants, nor can, silence.

[DRAMATIC FINALE]

(Dark piano)

I look up and the sky is a wound,

Desperate and confused.

Only hoping it tells me

If this war will end,

Or if I’m still alive.

Windows are blind eyes, houses are dead doors.

Who will clean the blood from the sidewalks?

If the world turned its back and the wind is full of fear,

All that’s left is my guitar, a scream,

And my imploring song,

While I continue to weep

In the middle of these ruins

That are watching me.