As they scream, my head screams louder.
As they yell, my thoughts are louder.
I can hear there cries as mine cry louder.
Are they my voices? Or are these my own?
We see and we hear and I’ve seen both.
I fight and I fight but I know it won’t last long.
We are scared of the life that will come.
We are fighters and this will always be our home.