I stand on the ground,
Rocks, soil and grass.
I place my legs firmly there,
With confidence and sass.
I try to think positive,
Of what my days bring.
Yet poor, innocence taken,
Broken down from a religious thing.
I try to believe,
that there is good everywhere,
but hearing about massacre,
Brings me to my knees in prayer.
Explosions of blood,
Innocence taken away.
Fear and sadness grow,
For the death toll that day.