Oh the suffers, oh the cries

How many more bodies of children will fall down

An end isn’t coming, no matter the tries

we will never be free until the last mother has buried her son or let him drown

Oh the horror, oh the freight, what do you mean, living isn't a human right?

Peace is now more of a sign, in reality freedom is considered a crime 

Oh the irony, oh the deaths

A mother is calling for a son who earth now has left.

Freedom of speech is now out of reach, we’re all a part of a game and it's a struggle staying sane

Oh the cries, the tears leaving our bodies out of freight 

How many of us must go down before the heart of a killer can be found?

Oh never again they said, oh how the history is repeating itself

by Anela Reč