I look down
There they are
The dying of the town
The wounds that have left a scar

As I walk past
The dying moan
They long for their time to have passed
For them to have flown

I walk through the injured
One man grabs my leg
Here in the dead of winter
I shiver

He is only a boy
Whom body has been blown
He is a broken toy
Left to moan

I crouch down
His eyes are glazed
The dying of this town
Will never be praised

"Mum."
Is what they say
Crying out for there families
In this day so grey

"I am here."
He is too badly damaged
The boys whom I used to endear
Boys once so fragile

They are toys of war
Crying out for there mothers
They are on deaths door
Looking for their mothers

Tears leak from my eyes
As I look upon his passing
The strength gone from his eyes
In every passing

Standing up
The boy is dead
His last words a mumble
For his mother he pled

I want to flee
But if life was so nice only
As the sun sets among the trees
I realize that Reality Is so Lonely