Abandoned Youths

Barefooted, we traverse the deep oceans of sand.
Eyes looking forward for hidden haven.
Fire and smoke behind our backs.
Tears down our cheeks.
Lost loved ones in our hearts, slowing our steps.
But safe haven we seek.
For a place with open skies,
Free of fire and smoke.
A place foreign, not our home.
Where the land is draped in white.
There we will rest our feet,
Recover our strenghts.
And one day, when grief should visit us,
A place where tears are shed,
But fear will not haunt us.
Perhaps, only then will we remember,
Youthful pleasures.
Forever changed we are,
For we are abandoned youths.

---- PAH ---