Set in Stone

There they lay dying

Smoke filling the sky

There are planes over head flying

Soon we will all die

The gun shots are heard near by

The hope to live in peace turns into hate

But the desire to live is seen in the birds soring high

This cannot be our fate

Yet as we cry

The few stay and fight

Even if in the end we all die

Still we did not give in to their might

The victory they take

The bodies still as stone

The end is all fake

Here it is all shown