I am scared and alone!

I am scared and alone.
I sit, in my tent
I wish, to go home.

Wishing, to be in my room.
I am not content.
I hear nothing, but a loud boom.

Night and day everything is being blown.
Is this how its meant?
Not everyone is able to make it home.

I think to myself, why should this be?
Is it my time to go?
Far from here I wish to be.

I hear the bombs getting louder
I am shaking in fear
I run for the gun powder.

I hear the last boom
Someday the sun will shine, the flowers will bloom
My last wish was to make it home.
I feel cold, I am scared and alone.