there's two ways to go both of them look grim    feels like the walls are closing in    treaded though these thoughts now many times before    sometimes it seems just to hard to ignore      loud speaker shout of tragedy so much bigger then you and me    how could this happen makes no sense our innocence is our defense       it's nine o'clock in the morning and the stars are shinning bright    though the bag rapped tightly round my head i can see the red blue and white    i can't believe what i am seeing, seeing, was done by a human, human being       and it's going on in front of showing all our weakest traits too