Lost in a bloody storm
“The Khmer Rouge is coming”
Everyone start running
Some girls hid in a hollow tree
So they wouldn’t be seen
Some young girls who were found
Was raped by few men
Cut their throat
With a blade
Which use to held someone hostage
People start running
As bullet flew across them
Over their head
Side of their body
Even foot chase they chase in the forest
Some fell into a ditch
Where dead body laid
Some step on bombs and died an awful way
There was this woman
Carrying her baby around her arm
Hoping nothing would harm
She ran as fast as a Cheetah
Hustling trying to find a place to hide herself
Her feet was blistered and torn
Her skins peels off
From wooden thorn
Her leg has scratches
As the open wound bleed
Trying to find a place to hide as she speeds
Inside an Angkor Wat is where she hides
With her baby locked in her arm tight
Praying to Buddha and her ancestor for help
From all the violence near and far
Protect this baby she held in her arm
From all of harm
Many days later after the war
She came to the United State to make new home
Uncomfortable she was
Still felt it wasn’t home
Looking for her husband who she lost during bloody storms
Weeks after weeks she searched
And finally found her husband
So they reunite