Close the door, my dear,
and keep it shut, I fear,
for the winds of war are blowing,
and the world is not yet knowing.
The bombs are falling fast,
and the skies are overcast,
with smoke and dust and debris,
and the cries of those who flee.
The children are afraid,
and the parents are dismayed,
as they huddle in their homes,
and pray they’re not alone.
But hope is not yet lost,
for there are those who count the cost,
and fight for peace and freedom,
in a world that’s lost its reason.
So close the door, my dear,
and keep it shut, I fear,
for the winds of war are blowing,
but we’ll keep the light still glowing.
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