Tell me a story,
Of when you were young.
Where before the destruction,
The people had fun.
Tell me again,
How you'd play 'Hide-and-Seek,'
But not with the missiles,
Just the kids down your street.
Tell me about,
The time that you climbed,
To show off to your friends,
And not to survive.
Tell me again,
About the treehouse you built,
And the ghost stories you told,
Not the horrors I've lived.
Explain to me just,
So that I understand,
Why I can't have the life,
That you so clearly had.
