Reflection

The days a little shorter,
The hours dwindle as they come to pass,
Everyone ignores what is to come,
Their hearts as fragile as glass,
The inevitable flickers much like a flame to the wind,
The tragedy strikes,
As people lose their kin,
Their hearts full of tears,
The passion lost,
It didn’t matter the years,
For they paid the ultimate cost,
Love for lives,
Is the reason why we fight,
Lost husbands, lost wives,
But after a while blood is all we have in sight,
We was the crimson from our hands,
We scrub till there is nothing left,
But in return we can hardly stand…
We can barely see who we once were,
We won’t be the same person,
We no longer the innocent boy or girl,
We smile to cover the fear,
We cry to show the breaking of our hearts,
We say life is dear,
Even though most of us lived in the dark…