A Poem by Benito

I will move fast,

I will move slow-

I will turn my face against the wind.

And so we fly,

And so we go,

And we will fight, more and more.

Tonight we fight,

Tonight we fall,

Tonight we save them all.

A little girl-

All alone,

Sees the war, from her home.

A tear falls

A waterfall-

Her pain grows more and more.

A father gone,

A home undone

A little girl, a girl no more.