With intertwined feelings of fear and excitement,
I slowly crawl the narrow path.
It is dark,
While looking at the dirth and grass.
Looking up,
The sky is dotted with shooting stars.
It is beautiful,
I am a child.
These are bullets,
It is war.
Silently and slowly I watch the night go by.
Clouds calmly traverse through the dark sky,
While my thoughts wander through my memories.
