All alone I wake to find The world is no different, nor am I The sun still spreads its rays of light The sky is still blue, the clouds still white. Not today but soon my friend The bombs will drop, the war will begin. Every night I lie awake in bed And pray that the morning sun will rise again. When dark clouds of smoke fill the air Feel my breathing is impaired Winds that sting and burn my eyes No longer can I last its time to die. Born into darkness No more daytime only night No hope for tomorrow Your sun has burned out of sight Its always calm before the storm . . .
sun, daytime, still, impaired, cloud