The bomb is about to blow,
I fear this will be her last day,
After tonight she will have nothing left to say,
The bomb has blown,
It announced it in a firery tone,
The mill lit up in a blaze,
The crowd was sadly watching, their mind in a daze,
Screaming Sirens,
Children crying,
The firefighters bring out bodys all smoky and black,
Nothing is intact,
When everyone is out,
Some one yells without a dupht,
"Someone is in there."
It echos out like the roar of a bear,
The firefighters go back into the mill,
They hear a faint scream that's very shrill,
They see her, coughing,
She was only out shopping,
The firefighters bring out the motionless body all black,
This was the cruelest of all hacks,
They lay her down on the cold bare ground,
They listen to her heart but hear no sound,
Her eyes open as faint as ever,
She tells everyone to forget her, never,
She flashes a faint smile as her eyes start to close,
Nobody knows it but her spirit has arose.
2007-07-21
08:02:09
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