Found myself in a village of Uganda
Watching a girl who was at least 12
Gripping a necklace made of shells
She hugged a young boy, fear in her eyes
He hushed her, "Quiet, don't cry.
If they take me, I'll be all right
I'll think of you every night.
I must go now back to the hut
back to my family before the warning comes."
With that he turned and left her behind
As she remained and feared for his life
The soldiers were closing in, recruiting boys to fight for a cause that was not their own
They recruited them young and old; even boys that were not yet fully grown
The girl knew she might lose her best friend,
Never see him again
Above all else, she needed hope
That I could have given her, but no
When she turned to me for some type of help
And I was shocked at what I felt
Nothing, nothing I could say
And I turned away
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