Rest in peace O’ beloved one,
For no one cares you are tomorrow’s rising sun,
They carry blooded corpses each day,
No one’s there to hear their silent pray.

Innocent mind, innocent hearts; lie ripped and torn apart,
For social status matters more, walking dead with stone heart.
None bother as you not so close so dear,
Be proud you loose life in battle field; they die each day with inner fear.