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There's a city out there
Somewhere
Among the shells of bombs
And the lament of the fallen
Between the crumbling ruins
And the simpleton's gaze
Somewhere, faraway hidden
In the center of a maze
The city is alive and breathing
Its heart still strongly beating
Like sprouted trees, its structures prove
Of life that blossomed as it began anew
Bridges, like arms, link its people into one
And the rivers coursing through
Give us strength to carry on
Defiantly we stood
Against all who tried to crush
This monument to ruin
This monolith of ash
The quakes, the isolation
From the anvil's decimation
Left our very walls burning
And ourselves hollow and yearning
For a life that's simple
A life that's plain and fair
On her cheek the dimple
And the honey from her hair
Instead of tears and snows of led
We wished for a spring and a heartache's mend.
We hoped and cried and lost the fight
But to live, we hold on to this final right
Assaulted and killed
To pieces torn
Martyrdom forced for a cause unknown
We fought to live
We fought to survive
We reaped a harvest after sowing dry
But as long as this blood is at a boil
You will never claim this soil
Somewhere
Among the shells of bombs
And the lament of the fallen
Between the crumbling ruins
And the simpleton's gaze
Somewhere, faraway hidden
In the center of a maze
The city is alive and breathing
Its heart still strongly beating
Like sprouted trees, its structures prove
Of life that blossomed as it began anew
Bridges, like arms, link its people into one
And the rivers coursing through
Give us strength to carry on
Defiantly we stood
Against all who tried to crush
This monument to ruin
This monolith of ash
The quakes, the isolation
From the anvil's decimation
Left our very walls burning
And ourselves hollow and yearning
For a life that's simple
A life that's plain and fair
On her cheek the dimple
And the honey from her hair
Instead of tears and snows of led
We wished for a spring and a heartache's mend.
We hoped and cried and lost the fight
But to live, we hold on to this final right
Assaulted and killed
To pieces torn
Martyrdom forced for a cause unknown
We fought to live
We fought to survive
We reaped a harvest after sowing dry
But as long as this blood is at a boil
You will never claim this soil
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Written on my way back from school, and copy/pasted. A piece on the most recent of sufferings my hometown went through that happened in 1999, the bombing of Belgrade.
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