Once, there was a child
who didn't know which way to turn
She just sat there staring
watching her village burn.
She didn't run from the fire
Why should she run?
She was watching her people die
Soldiers killing them for fun.
She didn't scream like the others,
or even run for her life
She didn't grab something to defend herself
too filled with strive
She just sat there in silence
Tears rolling down her cheeks
Watching the soldiers kill her people
Hidden behind a pile of old bricks
She could not scream
She could not run
She could not cry
She could only wait to live,
or even to die
The fire was burning nearer and she knew she should run
Either be seen by the soldiers
or burn like the sun
But she never moved from that place
Fear and sorrow in her heart
The fire soon reached her
Burning her body and soul apart
She didn't feel any pain
Her final tear dropping on the floor
And then darkness finally took her
And she felt no more...