"The bombs shall come," he plainly said,
And I envisioned deep blood red.
Fires light horizon's face:
Warm life has met a hot embrace.
From this small car, so safely bound,
I open up, and look around.
He is older; wiser, too.
I don't know what I'll do.

I want to fly and make believe
This happy youth will always breathe.
I clutch my bouquet to my heart,
And beg the Earth not to empart
Her will into our human hands.
We kill despite the reprimands.
I am scared; I love to live!
But I am just a kid.

I watch the night lights rolling past,
Silently fearing the things yet to pass.
Searching for arms to keep me secure;
The gentlest pair I can hope to procure.
He sees the bombs coming. I gasp and I gape
At the lingering fear that I cannot escape.
I want peace for mother Earth.
What can my tears be worth?