Voiceless is the thunder,

Shadowed is the lightning,

Faceless are the people

Burning are the clouds.

The faces in the storm died crying,

Last words unheard.

It all seems pointless now,

Staring down the valley.

What were we fighting for?

What were they fighting for?

People who forget.

People who forgot.

But we will fight no more.

Eventually, no one survives.

The words die slowly, and none survive.