Her vision is blurry

But she can still see…

Why does the moon look so placid tonight?

Is it a warning, death slicing through light?

Will we stop now or is this the real fight?

Marked by her tears, they emit a blue light

The rivers, the oceans, the lakes, and the sea

They all come from something that we couldn't see

The birth of existence won't let us agree

That one day, with strong hope, we'll finally be free.