I hear America mourning, diverse sobs of fear and...
The silver, lonely tears of an only child, crying...

I do not understand:
Why people kill for fun...

Sitting in an uncomfortable chair,
Knowing that no body cares...

So silent, so still, she sits and waits.
Getting drenched from the rain...

No light, no warmth, no life
Could defy a presence with great strife...

Sitting by the window
Looking out at the sky...

Slow, sleepy eyes, gradually awaken,
A blank mind tunes back into reality...

Her past is a painful memory,
She loved him, but did not know how to let go...

Her crimson tears flow down her cheeks,
They are fragile, brittle and so very meek...

This time, she tries not to look down,
But again, she fails with a big frown...

A deserted world of her emotions,
This lifeless landscape has decaying notions...

Each time he defies himself,
The overwhelming pain gets tighter...