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.