Q: It built up over time only, no?

Rumage of a city
Those who died recieve pity
A ringing in their ear
As bombs dropped on those they hold dear

You whisper
"Sweetie, it's okay"
But your voice
Sounds far away

Far away
Is a place of dreams
But here
It's bursting at the seams

Children used to play
But now people sob in dismay
Cheering of crowds
Replaced by homes now mounds

Oh, take me away
Show me a brighter day
Where smiles can be found
And the world blares a peaceful sound