Hear the silence which was unheard
Feel the pain which later turned curse

Touch the water and let it turn red 
And let your veins smell that Blood

As  the sorrow is at the peak
and you could only lean to war 

And There is no place for peace and harmony
the knife it roars and increase agony 

The end is near and so very far 
Healing is done but still those scars 

And it Reflects the image
which isn't  clear