Saturday, November 03, 2007
i just want the days i lived before,
nobody ever said we lived to get killed,
the ground seems to be heaven now,
i told myself that i wont get killed in the air,
the madness,the curse that we auto-hold,
are we really that helpless?is everyone against us?
i questioned the world and all i get is anger,
is this really the end?are we the last to fall?
you will feel incomplete if you walked around,
their land without strangers looking at you,
liked a ghost who walked the streets of the living,
stereotyped just because they dont see em everyday,
are we still holding to the guns that made us feel,
we are going to lived through the day,
i looked at the blackened sky and planes started to fall,
one of my friends landed with a hole on his head,
we lived in fear,
everyone shivers in their foxhole,
the shooting seems so near now.
2:20 AM