silent winds
and blinding light in my path
gentle storms
while dirt roads screams in agony
internal pain is our only feeling
in each family has a broken ceiling

heart becomes only beats
and veins just get bloodier
hair is restless in the winds
and eyes fade away

skin is light and white
with hungry children with nothing to bite
imagine is our life
Spain and Rome through a painful sight

see our lives
we live in fear
as we give a sleepy stare
then moments later conscience play with our heads
and we pretend we don't care

conjoined misfits build up heavenly commotions
and the lively dead sleeps through the night
no patience for destiny to come
but nothing at all will happen
what we do after that
is our greatest test.