Gray

The air is filled with the stench of burnt skin

With every building a dusty twin
The sky is gray, always
The sadness in the peoples eyes
And the wailing of the childrens cries
The sky is gray, always
The winter cold leaves many dead
And others begging for a slice of bread
The sky is gray, always
Bodies are strewn on the ground
Never is there a peaceful sound
The sky is always gray