The sky is thick with ash and smoke,
A fire’s breath, the earth it broke.
I hear the whispers, feel the dread,
The voices calling for the dead.

My feet are bare on broken stone,
This place was once a place I’d known.
Now it’s a grave, a hollowed shell,
Where even silence seems to yell.

The men are ghosts, their eyes are glass,
Their bodies fallen like the grass.
I hold my breath, I hide my tears,
This hell cannot be real, not here.

The walls around me shake and fall,
I try to run, but can only crawl.
The sound of guns is loud and near,
Like thunder that no child should hear.

The world’s too big, the sky too wide,
And yet I run, nowhere to hide.
The dark is close, it’s breathing loud,
I’m just a shadow, lost in the crowd.

I close my eyes and taste the fear.
The bombs still fall, the darkness near.
One day before, I had a name.
Now I’m a shadow, lost in flame.