Somehow

Somehow, someday, somewhere.
The White Rose; the last stand.
It stood for more than was written,
Like a the crack of thunder or a rising wind.

The White Rose; the last stand,
A desperate and echoing cry in the dark,
Like a wave crashing on the rocks.
Don't tell me you can't hear it. I know you can.

A desperate echo, a cry in the dark.
A last resort, to reach the deaf ears, the blind eyes.
Do you really not hear it? I know you can.
Stop lying to yourself. Read the pamphlet in your hands.

A last resort. To reach the deaf ears, the blind eyes,
Words on paper.
Stop lying to yourself. Read what you have in your hands.
Pains of death for a greater good? Good is what you make it.

Words on a paper.
They stood for more than they said.
Pains of death for a cause will be just,
Somehow. Someday.

Somewhere.