Focal Point - Suffering Of The Masses

as the world is flooded with black,
a fire burns to light a shapeless path
the masses cry out and plea for help
their voices wring for everyone to hear,
and those left raise their voices
to say we are few but we are strong
behind silent walls I hear their screams
I hear them cry out,
I hear their screams behind silent walls
I hold this life in my hands
its head falls back to exhale a last breath
what has happened here?