Moments + Time
Stolen moments are all we have left
We had so much more time
When we weren’t so close to death
Bombs bursting in the air
Running wildly to find shelter
Thing that this isn’t fair
How can other people have so much more
No running, no hiding, no barely surviving
My heart aches and my body is sore
Why don’t we just give-up
It would be so much easier
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