Nov 2015
Maybe everything around me is a metaphor
As the old me is dying
Shots ring out ten thousand miles away
Chaos and confusion in my own heart
And in the capital
And the really scary thing
Is not how big it is
But how little it takes
To turn a world upside down
Maybe it is something I can't understand
How my pain can feel so large
While there are woman and children weeping
Pain and suffering in my own heart
And in the capital
Still the strangest thing to me
Is how I can be so selfish
When my own heart still is beating
But there are one hundred people dead
In the capital
And the really scary thing
Is not how great the pain is
But how little it takes
To cause it
As the old me is dying
Shots ring out ten thousand miles away
Chaos and confusion in my own heart
And in the capital
And the really scary thing
Is not how big it is
But how little it takes
To turn a world upside down
Maybe it is something I can't understand
How my pain can feel so large
While there are woman and children weeping
Pain and suffering in my own heart
And in the capital
Still the strangest thing to me
Is how I can be so selfish
When my own heart still is beating
But there are one hundred people dead
In the capital
And the really scary thing
Is not how great the pain is
But how little it takes
To cause it
We all feel pain, we all suffer sometimes. But when something like this happens it really can help you put it all in perspective. God bless the city of Paris and I hope that the people there can find the strength they need to find their peace again
(I've wanted to write in memorial of this tragedy since the day it happened, I just didn't know if I could do it in a respectable enough manner.
(I've wanted to write in memorial of this tragedy since the day it happened, I just didn't know if I could do it in a respectable enough manner.
