We stand, hang our heads disbelieving. Then not knowing how could such a thing be wrong. Oh we wonder just what must they be thinking. To take a life of one so young.
When I grow up to be a man. like my father was when I was young. I hope i can make him so proud of me. Proud enough to call me his son. . What makes these people so different now.
My harbour lights are fading fast. soon they'll disappear. alone I sit in darkness. hoping someone might come near. though I wait, though I try. no one ever comes.