stand still and think about the time about dead people and wasted lives somebody will draw the last seconds of life eyes full of pain, mouths with silent cry portraits of the dead painted in black and white brighter than the sun they won't see anymore the last one of those who could stand till the end despite all the loses, despite all the pain you painted this face in the light of a flame distorted with pain and scorched black skin let me be there and watch you draw to be the witness while my eyes still can see I will engrave names on the tombstones names of those who is ready to fall and arise