She was a new born girl of just twenty days,
Who went back to heaven;
Didn't get the chance to stay.
He was a little school boy crossing the street
As he passed the rubble
Of where his neighbor's house used to be.
He was a boy mixed up in his head,
So he tried to make shapes
With the bullet holes in the wall next to his bed.
She was a woman trying to be a mother,
But how can she?
When she just lost another.
He was a young man gone because of loyalty
For the place he was raised in,
And it all came at the expense of his family.
He was an old man walking through the door
Unto his three grandchildren,
Who were orphaned because of war.
But He and she and they
Never asked for it to be this way.
But that’s what they got,
Yet the world lives everyday.
They gave them a 'warm winter,'
Or that's what they say.
But no one tries to see,
Because no one wants to hear
That no one was never told,
That a winter is better left cold.