If you've ever lived in a war zone or a place where any kind of battle was being fought, the one thing that you quickly realise is that every moment, any moment you or the person in front of you, or your neighbour or that guy that sells vegetables, anyone of you could be enjoying your last breath. NIght time screams following bomb blasts ro gun fire are your lullaby, weeping parents, siblings or friends is your wake up call in the morning and dead bodies waiting to be harvested for mass graves are yoru fields of gold. Where is the salvation? Where is the help that was promised?
Umm baya.. uhn ladi vi sa sa uhn a ra la ba sa..
Where is salvation, when will it come…?
A thundering sound, an eerie silence, what comes next
A promise of salvation a broken promise, no one cares
Every breath I take, every move I make, every thought that passes through my mind
Every single day, I just hope and pray, this would surely be my last
A scream in the night, a light goes out, no one knows
A whiff of the scent of ageing flesh, no one cares
Where is salvation, when will it come…?
(c) 2007 Dehumo
