The light flickers low

 We never thought it would get this far,

We thought we were safe,

We thought it was someone else's problem,

But now it burns all of us.

Millions have been buried,

Millions of funerals, millions of tears,

Families have cried and they still cry

Children left alone to grow before they are grown.

Even more lie in beds,

Not knowing if tomorrow they will cause tears

Or if they may go home 

To those they love.

When will this end?

There seems to be no end,

When is there joy?

There seems to be no joy.

The light flickers low,

For many, it has gone out,

We cry across the world and seek hope,

We are each others hope.