Here we are
Without our feelings
Stripped and bare
Like old empty buildings
Here we are
Filled with lust
Our nonchalant chore
Making us losing course
Here we are
Harbinger of vain
Counting rain
And soaked in pain
Here we are
Without our eyes
Without our legs, hands
Without our minds
Here we are
The know-it-alls
Laughing by and by
In the midst of wars
Here we are
Knock on our door
It’s Mr conscience
Just back from war
From pain and suffering
With a question for you and me
And he asks
Where are we?