Like Birds Without Nests....

In fields of strife, where armies clash and part, people wander around having torn from their heart like birds without nests, they roam and seek, a shelter from the storm, a place to speak. their bellies empty, their spirits low, they search for sustenance, as the sun does glow but like the birds, they find no rest, their bodies weary, their souls oppressed and their children cry, their elders fade, their hope is lost, their future afraid. Yet still they search, with hearts so true, for a place to call their own, anew as birds without nests, they wander wide, their dreams of home, their souls' inside. but still they search, with steadfast will, for a place to lay their heads, to still.