I see blood
I see guns
I see a hand in a valley
I see dead bodies
I see people cry bitterly,I see our youths fighting to be heard,I see them hurts,some bruised,some mourn,some shout in pain

I wished it was a dream,I wanted to wake up,but then I realized it wasn't,children get cold when the know the are wrong,
what about when they are right and saying the truth.

they become persistent,the try doing things in other to be...