Out the Window
Out the window where I sit
I question where am I?
This is not the world I once lived in
What happend?
Life.
It's not the same
I hear guns firing, people crying
mothers praying for their children to come home safe
Strangers comforting families of lost loved ones
Where's peace? Where's love?
Where am I?
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