Their ceaseless hate burned
Our souls beyond recognition,
Let us bewail and bury these
Charred chunks to the garden
Where smothered hopes
And broken dreams lay,
Forever decaying.

May our seeds of despair
Grow into the flowers
Like the ones standing there,
Forgotten and withered,
As we were never allowed
To bloom under this dead,
Old frozen sun.

The only thing left of us
Are our ill-fated remains,
Emaciated hands reaching
For a polluted sky they yearned,
Here we shall stay and rot,
Thrown away from the world
That never wanted us.