Eyes witness the dryness of the land| The darkness in their veins| The blindness that hinders light| Patience in my day| But worry when I lay| The heat dissipates and coldness drifts my way| Struggles come and go| But the battle knows no end| It grows as chatter ends and the silence begins| And we wave the white flag| when we know our bare hands can no longer beg| And our mouths become dry from the screams we shout their way| I close my eyes| But the sounds keep knocking at my door and they will never stop|