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