"I want the leaves ripped from the trees
I want to hear the wind howl and scream"
Glass can shatter from the windows
Books can fly and flee from shelves
"As long as I keep my eyes closed-"
(Maybe nothing will happen,
Maybe someone will help)
"We won't be able to save ourselves"
Freezing bullets of rain will pelt us
Thunder will clatter and make our hearts race
Some kids won't make it onto the school bus
Some will climb on with scratches and new blood on their face
Shield children's eyes from busted brains and gore
sprawled and scattered and smeared across the floor
Hands inside trembling hands with clenched shut eyes
as the teacher leads through the gruesome scene
Number five tripped on a crushed arm, belonging to a child that lied
on the floor. She scrubbed her hands and body, but never felt clean
Students mourned the loss of peers
Peers mourned the loss of parents
and no one to calm and dry their tears
while others or friends or siblings' prayers flood their scared and heartbroken ears