It wasn’t your fault
that when you were three
bullets fell like rain
and blood ran down the road
flooding streets with pain
of a war nobody wanted
Keep moving
It wasn’t your fault
that when you were three
bullets fell like rain
and blood ran down the road
flooding streets with pain
of a war nobody wanted
Keep moving
The Border Line (World Refugee Day) The problem is with the seeing. If you never see their pain You’d never feel it Wrap around your heart, Quickening it’s beat. Squeezing you to act. The problem is with the hearing. If you never hear the sounds of deep despair you’ll never know it, deep within your…