The horrors of war,
Destruction and death.
Steady marching armies,
Bootsteps pound your heart.

The fear never leaves,
A perpetual urge to flee.
Yet the innocence of a child,
Pure and untainted for the moment.

Don’t you know this world,
With your wide naive eyes?
Can’t you feel the danger,
That threatens me daily?

I’ll tarnish you,
So you’ll never know,
The beauty that could have existed,
In a child’s soul.