Lone Shadow

It was cold and the night was young
The world was silent, no birds had sung
Nothing around but a lonely shadow
Sitting there all alone
Thinking about all the hatred the world has shown
Nothing yet has been done

All hell has been raised
There is nothing left to be praised
Nothing around but a lonely shadow
The people split
The throats were slit
Nothing yet has been done

Torn by war
They kill more
Till... Nothing is left but a lone shadow
Consumed by flames
The last one not casting names
Nothing yet has been done

That shadow disappears
Nothing left but tears
But still nothing yet has been done