A whisper of hope

Hours... Days... The sky and the water, The light of the day, Talk and peace, Passion and play. Falsehood... righteousness, And the eyes of loved ones... A candle without a flame, A song without a rhyme. The city, deserted by its colors, Deaf and dumb, old and young, Its cold and destruction Slay its lights. With its guards and knights, With its noise and fights, With its blood and tears, With its veins and fears. Yet in the darkness, a spark remains, A whisper of hope through the city's pains.