Can you see it?
Years had passed, our suffer still echoing through our head.
Can you hear it?
The scream of belonged to my children.
Can you feel it?
The pain has been shook our body.
The blood had been tainted our pure white clothes.
It so much hurt.
It so much hurt for me.
Seeing my children crying, dying, bleeding.
Looking for a shelter to hid and sleep
Tentative steps they make just because of afraid.
I'm crying.
I'm wept.
As my children cries.
Hope that wind could bring our cries within.
We need help.
We need something
To make us strong
To help us stand.
Searching for help tremendously.
To the air.
To the strong waves of sea
To the deserted island.
Could somebody hear me? Seeing me?
Could somebody hear the cry of my child? Seeing them?
There's no need more blood to shed.
There's no need more tears to fall.
We've had enough.
Enough.
