Candles in the sand, tears in the sea
Photographs in the uniform pockets
From sea to a land, from a land to sea
From  a continent to another

We are not innocent, yet we are the victims
Gears in the machinery, of a greater cause
I am your closest enemy
And you are my dearest nemesis

We look at each other through iron sights
And when the faster one of us
Has the chance to squeeze the trigger
We owe a debt to another

In the end of days
We shall shake hands and forgive
When no ideology, skin color or a religion
Will bind us into this anymore

But a time will come
When we are laid to rest
We are found guilty, together
And as the children of the Universe

We serve our sentences