Time To Wake Up

Dear diary, March it is, 29th

The hands of the clock hit twelve,

Though noon, darkness has harnessed the light.

Sun in its full glory, but our dusk has come to hit.

Pushing us, we are hurt, we are dying but not bleed.

Sending ravens to god, to everyone living in our home,

To send the message, to save each and every one,

It's time, unite we fall, divided we stand.

Though it's us, who has blood on hands

Its time to repent, there's still light in the dark.

Maybe we will rise like a sun again,

Maybe we will bear from our own ashes again, like a phoenix.

Maybe our heroes will pass on, but another one rise,

Maybe these voices will fade into the air,

But maybe one day we will be saved, the situation will be defied,

Soon I think we will do that. Till that day I will go one.

So do my pen.