The Fallen

When it rains well it pours,
Our blood stained on the floors,
Can't take life anymore,
Washed up dead on the shore.

We disrupted the sign,
Stepped out of the line,
Died one at a time,
On the flip of a dime.

Crashed hard down on Earth,
With darknesses birth,
The flames gone from our hearths,
Tell me what is lifes worth!?

As we stand as we FALL,
Our hearts deaf to its call,
Yet it must be us ALL,
To raise ourselves standing tall.

Will you answer the cries?
As our world slowly dies,
Your last words just a sigh,
As you cut through the lies.

No rhyme or reason,
No change in the season,
Will keep me from this Decision,
Fighting for what we believe in....