One little Hand
One little hand holding another.
Little feet treading tortured soil.
A grown world uncaring, unfeeling.
Little souls seeking refuge, seeking love.
Homes blasted, towns burning, parents dead.
Two frightened children withstanding cold and hunger.
One little heart giving courage to another.
Surviving nights of unknown terror and taking each day as it comes.
Ever hoping to find someone to care in a world gone mad.
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