When It Ends
They shot a rocket into space.
I jumped right out and burnt my face.
Sent ashes down, with utmost grace,
As glasses clashed, with putrid taste.
I Sprinkled ash down from above-
The strangest way of showing love.
Smearing black, the whitest dove.
And pushing friends - a slighest shove.
Raining down, the lights went out.
And someone screamed and someone shout.
And there you stood upon a car,
Protesting claims towards the stars.
The lights and cities- what a sight,
To paint them black, for just one night.
To hear the words,"It's just not right."
To sing the songs, today, tonight!
With people glued to their chairs,
Somehow they knew their common cares.
They exchanged saddened, wavered stares.
They knew the truth, of what was there.
But in a moment, the Earth began
to spin about, and dance again.
And blow the ash, and shine anew,
As if the ash, had left for you.
And lights, they shined up into space,
And glistened on your gentle face,
That forgot, of my disgrace,
And of my ash, with blackened taste.
And up into the stars you looked,
Northumberland hills were surely shook,
With cracking lips, and tears mistook,
You ripped your flesh once marred to hooks.
You raised your hands up to the sky,
You clenched your fist, and closed your eyes,
Screaming, "I am scared to die!"
You tried so hard to never cry.
I wanted to apologize.
Sometimes, it's okay to cry.
