The Lucky Ones

Do we really wonder why?
Death happens to us all.
It comes in numbered shades.
It comes when you’re not looking.
It comes even when you stare it down.
Did we do something wrong?
Death comes everyday.
It happens in our homes.
It happens on our streets.
It happens at our schools.
Do we not realize what it takes?
Death bludgeons; is it a disease?
We stick to our concerns.
We turn away when they beg.
We look away when we see their pain.

Do you not realize what it takes to kill?
It takes courage.
It takes belief.
It takes hope.

They already feel that they have lost everything.
This is their last chance.
Of course it’s not fair.
We’re their lives fair?

Will we change anything?
The world keeps turning.
It’s the same world I was born in.
It’s the same world for thousands of years.
When will the world grow and become a better person?

It steals from us; we stole first.
It betrays us; we abandoned it.
It torments us; we bring no comfort.

It doesn’t take a lot to kill.
But what does it take to keep believing?
To bring faith into this world.

RIP young souls. May you consider yourselves lucky to be pardoned from earth’s responsibilities and judgements.


Take Me Back To My World

I didn’t mean to shut the door;
I didn’t mean to lock you out;
I didn’t mean to cry;
I didn’t even say goodbye.
I ran away, again and again;
I ran so far, I no longer know where I am;
I ran unlooking, I no longer know where I stand;
I ran too far, I no longer know who I am.

Every face is a blur, every good memory faded;
Every wrong versus right stays twisted and hated.

Bleed me and will I live…
Hate me and will I love…
Bless me and will I die…
Tell me and will I lie…

I am forever
I am fornever

I am a shade of once I been
I am an echo of faded past

I am human and I will die human.

I am.