Life With A Hope by Bailey Scutt

You see bombs, ashes and blood

All around

There’s not much left

Apart from devastating sound

 

You hear dreadful sounds

Of bombs falling

From above the clouds

In day, night and morning

 

I wish I could take

Some sadness away

I wish I could stop

Your life turning grey

 

I hold out hope

For a brighter tomorrow

The one day

You will forget all of this sorrow

[social_warfare]

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