he was beautiful standing in the crowd,
but when i turned to look again, he was lying on the ground.
nobody had seen him fall, but too late, he was already dead.
i looked around to find my friends, but saw strangers instead.
he never even spoke to me, i didn't need him to,
but when lives are lost, you start to see, it could have been you, too.
he was swept up and taken away, because of war.
he was taken away, by the storm.
the battle rages onward, never looking back,
but families look backward…
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Posted on June 25, 2009 at 10:44pm — 1 Comment