I watch the river flow over the stones, being washed away forever. And wonder why my life can't be the same.
I flash back to the screaming and the bombs, the blood and the terror and wonder how I was the only one to survive. If those men had followed me I would be dead, we could all still be together.
Shot down one by one, their blood and tears staining the streets. Deaths on only one side...mine.
The ruins where still smoking when I had, had the guts to return. I found bodies littered everywhere, I found my mother dead, my sister at her last breath and held her hand as she slipped away.
Covered in their blood and gore, mixed with different feelings. I lay there next to my people as the stars came out, I cursed their joy and the way they glowed, I cursed the way the full moon laughed. I cursed the way that life carried on when all these lives had been lost.
The thing I cursed most of all was the masked men that did this to them, the people with no heart, no soul and no kindness. One day I will get back at them, those men with the masks, and show them what true pain really is.