THE RED SKY

Nothing to eat and nowhere to rest my head 
That's when I noticed the sky turn red
Trying to find shelter bombs now light the sky
I want to carry on living don't want to die

The shelter I find is full to the very brim 
Chances of survival are nominal and slim
Grown men crying and mothers are weeping 
Little babies are tired but frightened of sleeping 

My life I know will never be the same again 
My country so full of hardship and strain 
Memories of good times seem so far away
As I try to survive and get through this day