What is a week
During a warHow did we come
This farWhat is a life
During a nightHow do we greet
This sight
When the morning rises
There is nothing but demises
Yesterday wasn’t that bad after all
Unfold the flag and make the call
Ride with me into this burning sun
We will fight till the end, won’t ever run
After a decade and another one is past
When we are still around with the last
Fighters of a dying world
Hug me, make me curled
Onto the last meadow
Throwing a shadow
Of hope and fear
Stay with me, dear —
What is a year
For a riverHow feels a tear
Make me shiverWhat is a friend
Six feet underHow do I know
About thunder.
© Dominik Alexander / 2024
© Zoltan (image)