Anyone, could you see the pain that dwells inside of me To whom it may concern I ask for justice, even in a small piece If I had lived in this place since its inception I would see All the process of degradation, what a waste! Thousand years, yet we see nothing Not even a thing to be to be proud of Always cling to our past fortune But that was made by our forefathers Does anyone care? Enough of this hell Fading solemnly to obscurity! If you had lived in this place since its inception You would see All this process of deterioration
