When the bombs come down

I don't like the sound when the bombs come down.
Or the idea of my friends being hurt in our town.
So I climb in my bed and put my hands around my head.
And try to ignore the bad things and think of good ones instead.
I pray to god to keep me safe through out the night.
And all to be well in the new day's light.
Please keep my mum, dad and brother well too.
And I hope this never, never happens to you.