| Many people are dying And leaving survivors trying to cope. We are still sighing And trying to find hope. The halls are getting emptier Day by day While we are less contenter But we still go our way. We used to see them talking in class With their futures ahead Now we see them under the grass Lying there dead. We used to see the shine in their eyes And the warmth of their voice. Now we have to say goodbye Because we have no choice. |
| The Year of Dying |