No more captivating colors, as with our eyes, we welcome a greyness created by us.
Sadness conquers, missiles are dropped, a whole lot of places, are being undone.
Bodies fall to the ground, meanwhile sitting at home, lingers the woman who can't sleep at night, waiting for the nightmare to cease at time.
Later, the wind happens to come, bringing devastating news, about all of those who at the end are lost. Adding more broken hearts and tears, to an already filled up list of heartbroken shields .
Ashes are seen all over the sky, but they would be better if they had never come alive.
Memories are lost, people are in grief, No more battle, please let us live.