Bullets were made music to their ears
Bad music is all I say
The loud,unrythmic music
That took 142 lives away

Those child were holding a pen
The other party were holding gun
They said "pen is powerful than gun"
There,the lives were gone

Inhumane,
Souless ,
Cruel *******, I would say
Oh ! What have they gave
And what they took away
They might not even have had a dream
That they will become something one day

Numbness everywhere
Background plays Floyd
' The child has grown
The dream is gone......
I have become comfortably numb'

Murmers flood the alleys of the streets
Bustling feet stomp in unrythmic beats

At the edge of a bridge she stared at the distance
Ignorant of the man she stole with her innocense

He found her standing, looking light
But knew she was using all of her might

He smiled at her with such charm and zeal
He caught her eye with emotions so real

They laughed and chatted for what seemed like hours
They shared thoughts of everything, form pancakes to flowers

He didnt know what his words were doing
He didnt know her emotions were brewing

Each visted the bridge almost everyday
Trying to bump into eachother in some way

To flirt and blush and speak of madhatters
Soon sharing more of intamite matters

With him her walls dropped, no longer on defense
He made the colors of the world burn more intense

Not long they began parting by hugging goodbye
Till the next day they'ld meet, she watched the seconds tick by

With every embrace he held her tighter,
And the stars they shined just a little bit brighter