Walking with others around me
Knowing that soon enough
They surely
Will be dead around me.
Such a morbid thought.
But actually is a reality.
And it's getting harder to keep moving.
As I'm looking around at all the brutality.
But I've got to keep it together.
I'm beginning to feel under the weather.
And I'm getting scared.
Scared for my life.
Trying to be brave.
But I can't contain
The fear and dismay.
I see very dark things coming my way.