Christine

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High above streets of chaos
Smoke filled grave taking its keep
Shadows in a corner
Terror in their eyes
Last embrace
Silent goodbye
Hand in hand they die

Glossy eyes
Bloody tear on ashen cheek
Her frail little hands in mine
Pulling me close to her weakened heart
Fire all around
No way to save my innocent angel
From a fate that hatred made
Softly, I kiss my little girl
No words can soothe her muffled cries
I'm sorry my baby, I love you
The last words before the bomb