The cold winter breeze didn't block her way
all she knew was she must survive
with a baby on her back she took her way
away from home, away from blood
The journey was long but her baby's life was precious
with a bullet in her arm she couldn't morn her pains
the cries of her baby increased her steps
ahead she moves like a marching soldier,
with a terrible past and an unknown future.
with fright and tears she walked so fast
with nothing to eat nor a drop to drink
the sun behind, the moon ahead,
she wondered where to pass her night.
with all the noises of bullets in the sky
she had no choice than move so...