Fires Live in The Air

Tears find a resting place
shirt sprinkled with dry areas
falling apart never used to be so hard

harsh words exchanged ending in disappointment
passive bullets are shot
each painfully finding their wounded target

cries for peace can barely be heard
for the battle surrounding them is much too loud
reasons of the first aim unknown to each

separated from each others warmth
gradually becoming colder
quickly falling faster and farther

fires have ceased
all is silent
hope is forming

A step from behind,
tells him she's there, waiting.
What could possibly fix this?

Her angelic voice finds my ears.
I hear I'm sorry,
Can I come back home?

Fires have ceased
All is silent
We're home.