In a city broken, where bombs did fall,
A girl stood there, amid it all.
Her house destroyed, her heart full of pain,
She searched for solace, in all of the strain.
With a newspaper, clutched in her hand,
She read of a hope, in this war-torn land.
An advertisement, caught her eye,
An old lady giving a kitten, that was nearby.
She journeyed through, the rubble and dust,
Her spirit shattered, her heart in distrust.
But as she reached, the old lady's door,
A tiny kitten, she found evermore.
The girl took hold, of the little ball of fur,
A new companion, to help her endure.
Amidst the ruins, a light did appear,
A beacon of hope, banishing all fear.
For even in loss, and destruction so dire,
Love can still bloom, like a rose in the mire.
And in her arms, the kitten, so small,
A new bond formed, standing tall ...
...standing tall ......standing tall ...