THE PARIAH


Bitterness of war, a last shot of pride

Restless they're fighting through the night.

Thousands of dreams drowned in gore

One more or less won't wake the cold core.


The victors are roaring, take over the place

The wounded desperately search for a face

The children's screams, who knows what they mean?

A soldier wandering lonely, unseen


A pigeon far away singing its song

Over this battlefield an image so wrong

A light in the dark, no one else knew

Sweetness of freedom, it's singing for you