As I wake, the glow of the moon beats down upon my face
In the street by your hand is a white rose, turned red to
disgrace
The world shutters as the sound silence fills the land
All you really needed was someone’s, anyone’s helping hand.
One more obituary that no one will read
Just one more body in the ground because no one heard you
plead.
The world keeps going, as fast as can be
While we wish others had the ability to see
No one will talk anymore, not even a whisper
For something so tragic they ignore just to stay chipper.
No one will ever know your name, not even me
I hope that you’re ghost haunts this world, especially the
power to be.
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