It was supposed to be fun
Until it all became undone
We were always so cautious
Until we began to feel nautious
All the clouds had stopped
No balloon had been popped
The siren screaming for attention
Time to turn & change direction
In the sky we saw the flames
In our minds we thought of the remains
We didnt know where we could go
Wherever we went, we went slow
We looked down every street
We listened to every single beat
We continued to stay mute
As we continue to change route
As we listened to a far away rattle
We approached a vicious battle
Everything we could breathe
We started not to believe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
now that one i loved