Tuesday, September 2, 2014

A Prayer For The Wind

Maybe if the rain didn't come
Washing away
And the blood soaked sidewalks
Would of stayed
Maybe if the ink
On the R.I.P. Tees
Didn't fade
Another life
Would not be gone away
Maybe if the story
About the bullet that strayed
Wasn't forgotten
Another mother would not be screaming
In her blood soaked cotton