He became the booming hour, as she moves into a looming flower.
They dance into the night loud, when I do hear the crowd.
It screams as if filled with fear, from there I can see a single tear.
As individuals are held at times, never have two embraced rhymes.
There lock of hands came once more, a single love was written to shake the core.
The blast came without warning to life, cutting through bones like a knife.
When the bomb showed its power, never can we forget the booming hour.