A Cold and Lonely Road

Greed, greed comes with  
Distraction, distraction comes with  
Pain, pain comes with  
Tears, tears come with  
Lives, lives that fight to survive an era  
With so much death and injustice.  

Lands taken, food taken, life taken,  
Enslaved or tortured.  
These lives don’t know what their destiny holds  
Or the danger it beholds.  

Kicked out and deprived by the evil,  
The evil that surrounds them,  
The evil that comes, it comes and it destroys,  
Stealing what is not theirs.  

Winter cold as ice, the ice that runs in their veins,  
Suffering the suffering of walking,  
Starving, and without clothes.  

In chains, the heavy chains make it impossible to walk,  
Dragging their strength to finally run away,  
But at last, those are dreams instead.  

While this journey continued, lives are lost on the way,  
Slowly but surely it becomes a cold and lonely road.  

We raise a flower to the dead  
To honor the lives that have suffered…