Loss
For 77 min they waited to go inside
For 77 mins they waited to save their lives
Why?
Were their lives not that important?
Sing to me, Brandon
early hours of the morning
sky pretending in its darkness
that daylight never comes
The day you decided
To take my father’s life
Uncertainty and loneliness coincided
You might as well of taken mine
I tried my best to hide it
But I really wasn’t fine