Light on Her Face

In an empty room
A half-naked kid leans
On a shattered wall
Riddled by shells and bullets
Darkness over her frail body
Subtle lightning on her face
Mother, father, sister and brother
Lie lifeless on the floor
Their white clothes colored in blood

Where’s the light
Within this heartless scheme
What’s this light
Where is the promise of salvation

Her painful tears
Shake off the worst her eyes have seen
The quiet sounds of Peace,
A distant Cry of her Dream
Her hands consoles
Her patched lips,
Reminding her belly not to wait for food
For Cornmeal days are over
Gone with the sounds of Hawks
She knows her day is near
But she dives through the crumbling windowpane
To seek the source of light shining on her face

Where’s the light
Within this heartless scheme
What’s this light
Where is the promise of salvation