There is Death

There is death on the streets
In the evening when they pray.
Can you hear the crowds mourning?
Can you hear what they say?


There is death in the forest
They were in somebody's way.
Can you hear the trees mourning?
Can you hear what they say?


There is death in the valley
With the terror that they slay.
Can you hear the mountains mourning?

Can you hear what they say?

We stand here in our noises

Listening to muted voices.

We stand in empty spaces

Seeing too distant faces.

We stand in gloved hands

As blood trickles down the sands.

There is death out the window

In the night, in the day.

Can you hear the silence mourning?

Do you think you'll get away?