The war came to town and all the children frown.
They say goodbye to mothers and hug all their brothers.
The boys go off to war and families speak of them no more.
Everything's coming down as the world spins 'round.
Fires in the building bring ash from the ceiling.
People hide in a bunker 'cause the war is a clunker.
Everything's coming down as the world spins 'round.
People drop to their knees as tears begin to stream.
The world's coming to an end it is something we cannot mend.
So we stay below the ground as the world spins 'round.
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Poems From The Heart
PoetryA series of poems about myself, love, and fear. It seems monsters lurk around every corner of life.
