milan, italy

under siege.


watch the sun set on the silent chosen few
resting on the beach just out of view.
watch the moon rise tonight on a sandy strip
where silent throats are slit
the arrows fly through the sky
we're under siege
please send us help
before they make us bleed
fire will consume us
as we lay down on the beach
whispering of how we almost made it
why wouldn't they just let us be
we lay there on the sands whispering our prayers
the arrows pierced the air
the arrows pierced our layers
the sun set where we lay
and our bodies recieved their burns
consumed to death on a beach
i guess we'll never learn
we lay down under siege
not a weapon to possess
we were helpless for our lives
and we will never rest