Momma pushed us away from home
Terrifying yet not unfamiliar
She acted brave but we understood her fear

We took one last look as we hurrying into the unknown
The smoke burns your eyes
But you must travel on
Knowing what was coming was far worse

Of  course, it was all worth it
For their factories are more necessary than our homes

We can rebuild of course
But only for so long
Soon we will have nowhere to run
Maybe then they will be satisfied
Maybe then we can rest

We may be loud
But we have no voice
So we continue to run, rarely looking back

-May we rest?