| As my bus travels down crooked brick roads, I cease to know that others plan my demise. And as my fingers run over piano keys, My country's icons are brutally destroyed. The safety and trust of America shattered; Even in my little town, far away from it all, I feel like there's nowhere to turn And that my life is over, My world closing in, my world ending. I feel all this and I stand unharmed - People all over this earth show my emotion But thinking of the ones who never knew Makes my whining worthless. I can still see, still breathe, still sing And tonight, I'll go home to my mother. She'll hear me say "I love you" Hopefully not for the last time, Yet others will never hear their Mothers, Fathers, Brothers, Sisters, Husbands, Wives, And Friends... say "I love you" ever again. That is what kills me, what makes me unable To sleep, to look in the mirror. They never had a chance, and their lives - Their stories - are left unfinished. Life is never fair, and we are never safe; The safest ones are already gone And the vulnerable left to wait. - Jacqueline Audrey |
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