A day of darkness
The sky is gray all around me
Ash falling down like snow
Frantically fumbling through the debris just to get free
People crying in the streets
Searching every face they meet
Heavy hearts with tear soaked eyes
A moment to think I’m alive
How can I help? What can I do?
Somehow we will make it through
Altogether is how we stand many years on this precious land.
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