I hear from afar,
The siren breaks the city apart.
My heart suddenly wrapped in blood vessels,
flooded with fires, // my brain goes wild.
Breathing in the ice-cold air, // night,
Burnt aftermath, staring blankly.
I said thank you for my safety,
At this moment, I // can hear the siren.

I think again, distant plains,
Under the endless streetlights, // grown.
You can't hear any sound, // at eight, at night.
Only on screens, children laugh, // sad.

Imagined as prayer, // waiting in silence,
To be devoured by wolves // in the valley.
Behind closed doors, // children's hands reach —
Toward the light of the door.
Shadows rushing toward each other, // I see,
Mouths wide open, waving arms, // chasing, running.
They cry out silently,
Jumping, howling in a night without sirens.

I can still stay calm, // can still hear,
I feel the outdoors, // from the dark,
The wind carrying children's dreams, // echoes, happiness.

I know the sirens dance // between belief and hope,
Lingering by my ears,
Rising like mist from the depths // of the waiting hearts.

I know the sirens sweep // from valleys to plains to seabed,
bringing peace.