I am alone and small,
Insignificant to them all...
Cracker, White Banana,
The names that made my childhood hell...
Grey skies, Grey clouds
No one seems to care...
My hands are bound behind my back
My wrists are now red raw...
Our family has so little,
But we couldn't care less...
Black pedals descend from up above
Gracefully and peacefully, such like a dove...
Noise, disenchanted voices in the night
Screams and pleas for mercy that will not come...
The fire burns inside as the pain lives
In this world, hands are offered to take not to...
Here we are now, all alone
Huddled to our pride...
*this may be upsetting to people involved in...
September 11, 2001, there is calmness in the air...
By Bee
we'll never get along...
All the other faces around you,
All the other lives there...