
I was awakened in the night
By roars of monstrous sounds
Pounding over my pillow
Crashing through my skies
Rendered thoughts…no…no…no
It cannot be time
I heard boots marching
Choppers thundering
Screams of innocence
It is too late to run
But somehow I knew
It wasn’t to late to fly
I covered my head
I said a prayer
I tried to make believe
it was only a dream
But I knew it was the final nightmare
So I believed that I could fly
As I had practiced many times
In my dreams throughout my life
My memories gave me faith
Faith became light
Light became hope
Hope became courage
Courage became wings
That lifted me up above
All the cries of Humanity
And all that refused to fly
All death that was smitten
By those who came
To kill steal and destroy
One will be taken
And one will be left…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]