Cry
Dust swirls around me
missiles fly by
and I can't help but cry
I close my eyes
and clutch the picture tight
longing for America
to once again be in my sight
the home cooked meals
the happy dreams
Instead all I hear are constant screams
the Friday nights
and big bright lights
rather than bloodshed
and gruesome fights
I open my eyes
only to discover
I've seen things
from which I may never recover
the sadness engulfs me
like the dust that swirls by
and I can't help but cry!
Copyright © Nichole Henderson | Year Posted 2005
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