Room in dark paint with crumbling walls and hollowed holes
Stares back with its glimmering lights from outside
With the lowered ceilings and sound of bellows
A place fit for safe and a place relied

Crusted floor due to dirt, mud, tears, and blood
Rocking floor and the swaying curtains fuels cry of ballad
Burst of sounds made a powerful gust that shattered glass
A sound that makes its point and a room impasse

An instant. A still moment, but a deafening silent
Walls, floor, and ceilings all firm buckled
Still the room stood like a cement
A feeling of comfort, warmth, and remained unruffled