Those Left Behind
Those Left Behind
Woe, the days have come undone
Many people on the run
Everyone fends for himself
Caution stashed upon the shelf
Rockets crashing, gunshot sound
Where’s the peace that I had found
Seeing, knowing what’s in store
Conflict, fighting growing more
Every day a brand new test
We cannot run with all the rest
Make a plan and say a prayer
He’s prepared a place way over there
Can you hear the family call?
Resting safe behind the wall
With nothing as it was before
We’re always looking for the door
Where friendship, safety and some rest
Will get us through the latest mess
We can’t buy food without the mark
The days and nights are both so dark
Left behind to find our way
Will we live another day?
Copyright © John Squires | Year Posted 2015
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