In the silence of a bathroom, under walls of despair,
A red-haired girl holds her black cats with care.
Outside, the skies burn with fire and rage,
But here, she shields them, their trembling cage.
Three shadows curl close, their hearts beat as one,
Seeking warmth in a world undone.
To them, she’s the universe, their moon, their star,
While war’s cruel hands leave her heart with scars.
Rockets scream, but she whispers soft,
Her love a fortress, mighty and tough.
Even as sorrow carves three holes deep,
She holds onto hope, though the night won’t sleep.
For in her arms, though the world may sever,
Her love for them is an always and forever.