Sometimes, the tears beat my eyes
When i see truth digging the lies
(for a moment)
When i see hope stifled in blood
Unaware of defeat until that last shot
When i see those desperate eyes
I cry
Sometimes i clench my fists
Because the fight was waged
But the battle had been pitched
When i look at the past
I hold one dream
A new october 1917
When i feel that desperate wish
I clench my fists