People will claim to be so kind
But when it comes to them seeing something
They claim to be blind
They are deaf all of a sudden
They have nothing more to say and they become mute
They watch pools of blood cover more and more ground
They walk away and act like they couldn't hear a sound
But my blood shed on their hands proves that they were there
My screams in their head will forever haunt them
My face will never leave their dreams
I'll forgive them
Forgive them in hope that I will receive some kind of closure in the fact that they watched and walked away
I hope they will never endure what I have
But I hope the next time they see something they will come forward
These whispers in the threes with the wind hitting them will forever be my peace on a cool winter day
I hope they find their peace
Because I forgive them