Bad Times

I live in a dark, grey land in which I walk

Everything throughout is despairing, like happiness is banned

There’s nothing to do at home, we can only sit there in shock

All of our men are across the great waters, in an unfamiliar land

Despite our concerns, we still do our jobs, without a fuss

Praying those selfless soldiers will come back

Hoping they’ll return home again on that same bus

Hoping that soon they’ll end the attack

The joyous

Happy day

Finally arrives

When every

Man in

Town comes

Home safe

Free from

Injury, free

From harm

One score year later the beast of death stomps back

Bigger, stronger, more powerful than the last

Once again we are shut in a world of pitch black

Really feeling like that event which happened in the past