• Another victim
    Lies down slain
    Because you can't hear them,
    Their cries in vain.

    Their heart stops
    But their sorrow lives on,
    As subtle raindrops
    Fill the morning dawn

    Only at night
    Do my tears fall
    Because tomorrow I might,
    Not be here at all.

    My voice cries loud
    But I am not heard,
    From the back of the crowd
    My cries are absurd.

    For I am a victim
    And I lie slain
    Because you could not hear them,
    My cries in vain.