The Witness - Whyzdom

Kyrie, kyrie eleison

Kyrie, kyrie eleison

Kyrie eleison

Kyrie eleison

I had a dream last night

The same old dream I’ve had every night since I was a child:

There’s a little girl lost in the middle of an immense battlefield

There is fire and rage everywhere

She has a sword and a feather in her hands

Close your eyes, don’t leave me here alone

Do you hear the angels crying?

Helpless they’re waiting for me in the dark

Come with me, there’s no way out

I cannot escape the rage and the fire

I’m lost with a sword and a feather in my hands

I shall be the silent witness in the dark

The time has come, I can see Death walking all around

Now tell me why I’m here with a feather in my hand

Tell me why I’m here with a sword in my hand

I’m cold inside, I am just a little girl in a game I don’t understand

Don’t leave me here alone

Now look at these men in shining uniforms

Carrying their guns like a scepter of joy and glory

They fall with fear and madness in their eyes

Deep inside your heart, deep inside your mind

There is blood on this blade, there is blood on your face

Deep inside your heart, deep inside your mind

There is fear in your eyes, there is blood in your hands

Deep inside your heart, deep inside your soul

There is war outside and you don’t even know why

There is no way out, there’s nowhere to hide

Now’s the time for you to get on your knees and pray

Look at them, there’s madness in their eyes

And fear on their face, the fear for losing their lives

Randomly they shoot in the dark

Surrounded by the tears, the cries and the fire

While I’m lost with a sword and a feather in my hands

I shall be the silent witness in the dark

On the brink of tears, I can see death walking all around

Now look at the suffering, listen to the cries:

Too late for you to open their eyes!

The core of the problem in their natures lies:

There’s war in their hearts, they don’t even know why!

Now tell me why I’m here with a feather in my hand

Tell me why I’m here with a sword in my hand

O Mothers, how long will you have to cry

With your children dying in your arms?