Your shadowed heart
Beat soft and shy
Over our world
Covered in fear.
Your showers of gloom
Leave us wishing
For warmth in this much chilled time.
Your dull eyes full of hurt
Shed tears that splatter on
Our war stricken world,
Full of hope that maybe someday
Our guns may be locked away
And our faces will shine bright
Not streaked with tears.
The air thick with threats
And our televisions channels
Full of bulletins
Speaking of the hate
That's spread over our world.
Rumors of the dead
Pass on the streets
Feeding this monster
That's bound to make it all end.
Each week passes
Not sure about the next
Wondering what threat shall pass next,
Locking our bases and
Shadowing our streets,
Bringing fear to our doors
Never letting us escape.