When I woke up in the cold morning
I felt sadness and saw through the window
The sky so opaque, damp and dense
Filled my room with tense breath
of a foreboding of intense tears
Contained in the immense tabernacle
Blue empyrean of innocent souls
at the end of their growing dawns
They leave only traces of scarlet red
on the Earth increasing fatal census.
And pain fills the air and our minds
