Nightmare had been done
Cold breeze that touches their skin
Hunger had filled them
like what other may seem
Treacherous sky and smokey air
had filled their lungs ,
luggages on their pulmonary trails
are forging to go out,it sails
They are forced to moved
as if they are strong to be
Can't even handle a cough
think they also be soft
to kid eye there it lay
a hope to a freedom that their hearts had shout
from bloody adventure in sorrow and despair
has laid their abundance , it's unfair
Till the time has come..
I know there is
an instrument to their escape
to own their life and be safe
For there is always an end in a tight rope
and for every moment shall pass on
hold on tight for everyone is on fight
don't be out of sight.
