Light that guides my spirit this night, with
Clarity shining clearly bright. To why,
I wonder of minds in slumber.
Albeit, I live encumber,
For cries where none dare to listen, to
Teardrops lacily glisten, to
Faces staidly blue on fright. As you
Kill these lives despite, a vow
To guard yonder lights, when how
You linger with petty delights.
As their fates are sliced by bloody knifes,
Spilling innocent blood of their tender lives.
And for this I wonder of morality’s slumber,
Damning these sacred lives to sunder.