The Other Side

It's hot and humid on the other side,
Where the tender woman and child survive,
The place instinct and survival collide,
A fight against quicksand to stay alive.
A lamentation rips through the dark night,
From a child with hunger she cannot bear.
The horseman tonight will put up a fight.
Shall she surrender in hopeless despair?
Some rock hard mornings, the weak wake up cold,
Having lost the war in energy drain.
The ones they love must stand tall strong and bold,
and go on to survive despite the pain.
Here on our side, we are safe and secure,
And to us, the other side is obscure.