The air wasn’t colder
The people weren’t louder
The ride didn’t seem to take longer
The smell of the petrol wasn’t stronger
Everything was normal
Maybe you could say
But I met death on the bus that day
They told me to finish the sprite in my bag
Said “take the enjoyment, it’s all that you’ll have”
I unclipped my seatbelt and said “yea I’m fine”
“I’m not thirsty for sprite, or for love or for life”
They looked so suprised “you wanna leave?”
“No- Ive got family, friends all the people I know”
They then interrupted-“then why should you go? Then fight me and argue and try to say no! « 
«  as time goes on, things go a bit slow - I’m bored of the way that I rock two and fro, i dont give one about school and life and the people that tell me to stop. I’ll roll down that hill or I’ll run in the road or I’ll play on the see saw or cry on my own. »
Then I realised that the black cloaked figure was gone- and the people were loud and my stop was four gone.

What a waste
Of a dream one night
Of army boy just taking flight
What a waste
Of an innocent soul
Of a life so unkind, so cruel and oh
What a waste
Of a broken baby in a trench
Of an old crib sitting on a bench
What a waste
Of a million tears
Tears ejected in bullets from some long unforgiving gun
What a waste
Of a weapon not meant for little boys
Of a billion good lads and one bad man
What a waste
Of a body in the dirt
Rotting on the ground in all the hurt
What a waste
Of a hopeful child
Of a life that might have changed the world
Of an army dreamer with a body of paper and a heart of diamonds
Of a little boy with So much to give but even more to lose
What a waste of a life