Multitude

I wipe the dust from my face
Sand is burning underneath my feet.
The warmth that I embrace
Just getting colder
"What is behind the storm?"
A question I don't want to answer
The great unknown
Fear that grips like a shadow

I can see the violence
Coming from the silence
I can hear resistance
Calling from the distance

Why you kill what you fear
Betray all you hold dear
This reign of terror will end
For those who chose for defense

So many died in your name
No questions asked, no mercy shown
Who bows their head in shame?
Now the multitude has grown
What is behind the storm?
Fear that grips like a shadow