My mixed feelings
I heard it on radio at first, the horror Couldn't believe about the massacre I couldn't write or talk about it at first That's the way I handle shocks Looking at my kids eyes, I see them.... Looking at me in mirror, I see the mothers My heart bleeds, my brain aches, calling out so loud But voice don't come, I had a dream that I can't breath I am packing all my stuff, taking that safe flight Just to live some where safe, I thought I was safe in here So as my neighbours, and my favorite... Sign in to see full entry.