Broken Streetlamps

It's a gentle tragedy
so I know I mustn't dwell;
a simple, endless fairytale
of a girl who lives in Hell.
The flowers dancing everywhere
like vultures circling round.
I know right where I am
and yet I'm nowhere to be found.
The war is running quickly now
and it echoes in my mind,
but the streetlamps all are broken
and I've found that I am blind.
It's a gentle tragedy
so I know I mustn't dwell;
a simple, endless fairytale
of a girl who lives in Hell.