I saw him on the bridge,
I sat on the bus while he screamed.
A gun to his head,
I pushed stop,
went off and it was all over.
I
saw a mother's soul,
around my table one evening.
She had nothing to give,
I had more than enough for the evening.
But the whole thing was over.
I saw a girl buried in the family,
while dad drove me home.
The gunshot rang out as
I came home safe and sound.
The door opened, the whole thing was over.
I saw a father's soul,
around my table one evening.
He had only a memory of his,
I had collected everything for the evening.
So the whole thing was over.
I see a people who lose hope,
while bombs hit the ground.
I see a world that thinks it's normal,
while we do everything we can.
The love is over.
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