People's voices fill the town
It's been blown to the ground
Gun's sound
Feet pound
"Hide!" The people yell
This life has become hell
Seperated from the people you love
You have lost the sight of the hopeful dove
Fog invades the sky
All you do is cry
Everyday gets worse
They took everything, even your purse!
The streets are empty
You're lucky to have survived 'til age twenty
The weather is changing
It's starts to get freezing
You won't give up though
You're heart still has a little glow
Just when you thought it was over
When you finally found that four leaved clover
It is taken from you
You lost, your friends and family too
No one is safe
Not here where you're treated like a waif
Gun's sound
Feet pound
Falling to the ground
You think,
"How could those soldiers ever be crowned?"
