Terrible times.

The terrible times are yet to come

But still we despair beneath the shining sun.
Losing all hope, we are, for now
If you want to smile, I'll show you how.

The terrible times are yet to come
Said the kid in harrowing voice.
I looked into his eyes, and tried to see
How many tears has this one shed
The eyes were blank, there were no emotions.

The terrible times are yet to come.
There was a girl who was there on the street.
Roaming around in the world, careless.
There she was, the happy one, atleast I thought.
She was the one who survived it all.
But no, I had disbelief.
Alone in the street she had a story to tell.
But no one could hear it, the voiceless screams were they.

The terrible times are yet to come 

and see if you have any questions.
The view of your life and death in paradise,

 lost in the world of despair.

The terrible times are yet to come.
I saw another woman who was there in the bar.
She served me a drink but then moved afar.
I could see the tears in her eyes.
Her longing to meet her family at last.
I saw that woman once again.
Not so alive as I saw her then.
Laying lifeless on the ground as shots were in her head.

The terrible times are yet to come.
There was once a man, I met in a bus.
He was going to his home, after a day full of work.
He said to me, brother, life is full of happiness and joy. 

You just need to see it from correct view and eyes.
Tell me how to see the smiles on the faces of those whom I met.

The terrible times are to come, but yet.