• Flashing sirens are nearby.
    But no one seems to care.
    But the earth... some day
    it'll

    end, then would something
    be cared about?



    I rush outside to find
    a neighbor, crying outside.
    She kept on telling herself, 'I have to
    be

    dreaming.' As the the day turned
    to night.



    The flashing sirens are going away,
    leaving a bloody stain on the road.
    What had happened? I need to know,
    that everything was alright. My family
    member could have been in there,
    or a very close friend. I hate to admit it...
    okay

    well, that is unlikely.



    Or...is it? Will I be the one next time, being
    comforted by my neighbor as a family
    member dies, in my front yard?

    What words
    do everyone want to hear, when
    they're in a crisis? Oh I do believe
    they are...

    It'll be okay.