Outside

Shots are heard from the distant countryside.
All they wear now are clothes of paper-white.
Little talks are heard from villagers nearby.
And no one dares to go outside.
Soldiers in armor march into town. Flower petals blown around.
No one can see what's happening outside of our little town.
And no one dares to go outside.



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Krane
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