Dedicated to the children of all war affected areas...
Why is it so dim?
Why is it so gloomy?
Why isn’t anyone cheerful;
To sight me smile?
My abode is dark;
My glee masked;
I heard there’s a sun;
Somewhere shining bright.
What is that noise?
What is that sound?
Why do I heed;
People blaring outside?
I screamed, I cried;
The tears have now dried;
I heard love existed;
Somewhere outside.
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