Caught in the crossfire,
Tracing the scars of long ago—
I remember everything just the way it used to be,
When the world was so perfect,
And we were so innocent.
Come to me, sweet memories,
Linger here a while yet.
The war is far from over,
And I’m lonely already.
Standing atop a building packed ten stories high—
How is it I’ve never felt so low?
And if I were to spread my arms and jump,
Would I find at last
There is nothing here for me after all?
The wind is cold and so am I;
Cowering into the corner,
Watching blows exchanged by monsters in human form,
Waiting for it to end—
Just waiting for anything at all.
I touch my palms and whisper words in hopes I will be heard,
But knowing full well
God has turned his back on us,
And given up at last—
Leaving me with only memories
Of days when he was not so far away.
 
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