The wind, bitter and cold
Carried with it the terrible screams,
That tore my soul, tore my world,
Tore my everything apart
My throat felt raw and sore
Making me realize,
That one of them were my own

But I screamed not for fear
I screamed not of pain or horror
I only screamed for you
You, who I clutched,
So desperately in my arms
You, my precious, who used to glow,
And radiate such life
You, who now watched the smoke-filled sky,
With eyes glazed and unseeing and dead

I can’t help but wonder then,
As I sit on the ground,
Screaming, pleading, living
If the tears I cry
Are as red as
The blood you bleed