It'd be, better to forget you,
But I don't really want to.

Like you in musical terms, I love to play it aloud.

Millions Starving,
60 Die in London Bombs,
Two Buildings Destroyed,
An Entire country upturned.

Death isn't a fullstop, Its a comma.

Can you be there,
To tear the echoes from her head,
Are you the one,
To keep her safe, she had once said,
Where should we go,
Somewhere before our blood turns red,
Just be aware,
You're not the only one that cares;