I live in a place where all the people are lost.

Forlorn in the fog of battle

Constant timidity, rancorous mob.

Forlorn in the fog of battle

Dissention is spread among all.

Forlorn in the fog of battle


Lost in the mist of the war
I seek a place to conceal.
Confused by the deafening roar
I try to respond but I tumble.

A glimpse of my beloved ones I see,
Hope -makes brighter to see through times dark tunnel
Stronger than me is the will to be
But now slight are the chances of survival.

I feel like a drop in the sea
So many corpses are rounding me.
Worst then all kind of disease
Can't define who's a friend nor an enemy.