Lingering on the brink of complete combustion
To form the innocence of a being shut down
As the opposition agitates in playground
As merry to the mend in mindful abduction

Trailing in the background without pep in the step
As the tears flows on cheeks to concern the children
Stopping the fearsome view into a grief stricken
As days, as weeks, as months pass without any prep

As a light shines through smog to direct onto path
For full recovery towards a better state
Hoping stormy torment is heading to new fate

Time will tell of old tale where the rattles in wrath
To welcome beginnings in clear understanding
Knowledge of inner core to perceived commanding