Rules of Crisis - First Blood

To wish that one day…

I’ll make it home

Distant explosions come creeping closer

I hear the terror right over my shoulder

Death falls from a blue sky we lived and loved

Now thick black smoke blocks out our

Warming sun

Grab what you can

Take only what you need

Ditch the rest

We have to leave

I take one final look around this room

I can’t help but feel like we left too soon

There’s no exceptions to the rules

Rules of crisis

Run down

Forced out

Stay down

Get out

Sprinting for an unknown fate

Get aboard before it’s too late

As we push off I begin to mourn

Forced from a land I love for unknown shores

Amidst the chaos of an angry sea

I pray to god it doesn’t swallow me

A prayer that would go unheard

I’ve entered a fight from which I would not return

As I come undone

And as the water fills my lungs

I use my last bit of hope

To wish that one day

I’ll make it home

Take me home

With only one wish to take me home

I always thought my time would come more peacefully

With family, not freezing water surrounding me

I’ll just give in because now it’s clear to me

That in this world, only death treats us equally

Take me home