Where Does One Go
You know, to write you a letter
is not an easy thing.
You know, I feel so fragile,
the bombs don't listen to you.
But,
this war will not change me.
Ever.
Where does one go,
what does one do
to cling to life
while outside the night explodes?
Where does one go,
what does one do,
if to live in this place is like casting lots?
You know time is slipping away,
but it has not all been useless.
Me, I know I will see you grow,
it is a promise that I will not fail.
And then, still another day will come
for us.
For us.
Where does one go,
what does one do
to cling to life
while the night outside is exploding?
Where does one go,
what does one do
if to live in this place is like casting lots?
And I am no longer surprised,
and the craziness dances inside of me,
and I think I should protect myself,
but it is hard to fight
if the weeping of a mother cannot save the night.
The night.
Where does one go,
what does one do
to hold on tight to life
while outside the night explodes?
Where does one go,
what does one do
if to live in this place is like casting lots?
You know, to write a letter
has never been easy.
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