Before the bombs and before the machines
Before the pollution poisoned the air
The sky was blue and the grass was green
The children played without a care
Before the pollution poisoned the air
Before every day was a fight to survive
The children played without a care
We never appreciated just being alive
Before every day was a fight to survive
There were no zombies wandering around
We never appreciated just being alive
When life was more than just holding your ground
There were no zombies wandering around
Before the bombs and before the machines
When life was more than just holding your ground
The sky was blue and the grass was green
Caren E. Salas
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