Boots clicking together
as the men walk
through this rubble
that once had a
      Dream.

Stomping through
this shattered town, hope of life
is growing dull.

I never liked
the sound of dirt
crunching beneath
my feet,
and I never liked
telling my kid no,
But most of all,
the thought of death.

This town
will never be
as bright as
it used to be