Amongst the Rubble

The war has ranged for years on end
Charred remains of buildings stand
I, alone, stand within the rubble
Why can't I leave and run?
What few ties remain bound?
To run means taking my chances
Remaining soldiers will have my heart
Freedom lies beyond the broked walls
The horizon calls out to me
I am coming, when the time is right
I come

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