OUR CURSE

Everywhere, everything
I am struck by lightning
Feels like just the smallest things
But it follows me endlessly
Part of my curse

I grew up in a place
Tormented by haunted graves
Where everywhere you go you're bound to see something strange
Stories of the past decades
They'll be following every day

Fallen leaves from the trees
Leave us barren and empty
Getting just too cold to breathe
Negative degrees, shoveling

26, 28
We won't ever be the same
After what went on that day
We will be forever changed

We all know in our hearts
Newscasters filling the park
We all know they're missing parts
They'd never experienced the dark

I'm one of the lucky ones
I was simply old enough
Few years younger we'd be done
Please don't take my story and run

Hear it from families
Like the one right down the street
They've been through much worse than me