That One Time...
A melancholy sky with a mute breeze knocking down pine
Needles drape over the soil creating a muffled bed
Room for cones and debris to crash out of the sky into the territory known as home
Sickening sirens shatter the serene bliss
Full on assault of the not so quite neighborhood with American themed lights waving across the screen
Doors slam in pursuit of a car with six
Packed to the brim with anxious faces searching for freedom
Rings from the house alarm turn me around robbing me of amnesty
Checking the table for what my brother has to show
And he tells me that he has saved some lives
Stocking in our palace the source of the external anguish.