Alone
A child screams for her mother,
A man cries for his wife,
A young boy holds the only thing keeping him alive.
There is silence all around
No way to tell which way is up,
Or which way is down.
The scream seems to echo through a world once full of life,
The tears say more than a picture or a life.
An object that was not lost
That keeps a lost family alive
Three people from different place
All live, all cry, and all die...alone
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