Up, up, and up,
Is a brilliant blue.
One of peace,
one of beauty.
Then,
Bam!
The darkness comes.
Hope is gone.
War replaces peace.
Where is the beauty,
Of a lovely sky?
Hear the calls of war,
Booms,
In the background.
Coldness slips down my back.
Fear appears in the eyes,
Of all who are here.
Where is the hope,
In this storm of pain.
Closer you look,
the clearer you see.
A hint of hope,
In all of this misery.
A ball of light,
rids us of this darkness.
