Hustle Hustle the wind
blows in the sky;
Clatter, clatter you could hear
them breathe.
Swollen legs and hands were all
you could see;
Sirens here and there for the
weak hearts to bare.
I could not understand where exactly
I stood; it
was so chaotic as I looked.
They try to lift up the pieces
that they see;
but I don't seem to move.
Crying and wailing they look up at me.
There I stand looking down at them,
waiting to jump and waiting to fly.
I close my eyes and step forward
to envelope myself;
To the place I call home.