A blurred vision was all I could see,
Rows and rows of people beside me.
I wandered at the how I came here;
A curse of agony and an bit bit of fear.
A large building was burning aside
I stared at it with hazy eyes,
The people holding signboards I saw
Things about people breaking laws.
There was this boy who came to me
Held up my hand at ninety degree
I never knew his hand was such warm Just a boy of ten who didn't mean any harm
His eyes locked onto mine with souls
Caring for each other with sharpened moulds
Every blink a new story to be told
Our weak hearts united to be bold
Our enemies were raiding us from all sides
Now we had nowhere else to hide
It's strange that we choose to reside
In the hearts of the people who were distinctly alive