Arms wrapped around her tight; I cuddle her close to me,
Bundled up, as we lay in bed; waiting patiently.
She shivers with goose bumps all over her body,
The TV is on silent; watching her favorite movie, Rocky.
Silence fills the room with the noise of despair,
Surrealism is setting in; we’re beginning to not care.
If we die today, that’ll be okay,
Our love is strong, we just need to pray.
Pray we’ll be together if fate makes it clear,
That it’s time to move on, the end is near.
She turns on her side, her facing looking at mine,
She bursts into tears, and begins to cry.
“I can’t, I can’t, I need to leave”
“My mom, my dad, my little brother needs me”
I grab her as she was about to get up,
I pulled her down and gave her a great big hug,
“You can’t leave, you can’t leave, it’s coming”
“You wouldn’t make it, even if now you started running”
“Just lay here with me, and just hope for safety”
“Don’t go running, don’t be crazy”
She agreed and laid back in my arms
At that moment we heard the alarms.
“Baby, baby, no, no” she screamed,
Sobbing like a child, a bright light beamed.
I counted down, three to none,
We lost the war, the enemies won.