Young Writers Society

Nowhere to Go

Our homes are gone,
They've been scattered
Our people are gone,
They've been killed

No one's at home again
The world has gone silent
Not a single voice peeps
Tranquil noises blast

So our home gone
And the world in war
With no Bee to guide
We are lost here

In this miserable
Dark world

Are you a Friend of Dorothy?

I wished you were friends
With little Ms. Dorothy,
Whose green carnations
Glow in the darkest nights.

The Bee said her home isn't
Faraway from these lands.
She said that Dorothy is
Near a cliff of green flowers.

So run, my dear boy who
I love and cherish deeply.
Fly away like a free bird
And grip my dry hands tightly.

Kiss me sweeter than honey
My dear, dear precious love