Cold pale light drifts down
It trickles down in small amounts
Swirling in patterns of animosity
Above the silent solace of the city
The air rings with cries of freedom
Which authority finds so loathsome
People cry out in silent pain
But continue their life so feigned
The throbbing pressure on the inside
Fills the hearts of those who have cried
We hurt, we are so alone
Lost in a swirly sea of foam
The lights reflect off the water
They ask us, “What’s the matter?”
Paleness holds our memories
As in the darkness we freeze
Coldness captures our hearts
As we wander about apart
Swirling in patterns of many crowns
Cold pale light descends upon our brows