The War

Strangers are the souls in the world of the wars The lives cradle somehow between the death and life They try to survive the hardship of the life the abject truths of life are there with all their ugly faces The mercy of hearts are extinguished The spirits at the cruelty of the men got lost What the eyes sees the heart ignores Ah strangers are the souls at the winter night they shiver alone Like wounded birds they are pale ignored Alone in this world no place for the broken souls People are selfish their hearts deny to see others pain Only in the war you can clearly see the simple truths of the world,