Why must they sleep in the hall fully dressed, scared                  

Filled with terror and ready to run from home

At any minute because of a war that 

Has no purpose but a man’s want for power

That they run from their home to city so far

With very few things in their very small car

They sit and they stare in the traffic so long

They sit and they stare at the joke gone too far

They sit and they stare at their home so long gone

The most restless of nights and day just as long

Adrenaline driven until it is gone

The cat and the dog in the very small car

With a bus with family so far beyond

And the city so far is finally here

All they want is the life of ten days before

But nobody knows what life is in a war

They do not know what their life is anymore 

And here I am, my own small car, across seas

Safe and sound, with restless nights, and here I am

Trying to memorize the cracks in the wall 

Trying to remember each stone in the road

Every. Single. Thing

Because no one knows what tomorrow will bring

Who’s safe then, or even who is safe now.