Dear Humanity, are you out there ? Or is this just a mere illusion ?
Dear Bloodshed, is the world mistaken? Or is this the only solution?
Dear Miracles, Do you even exist for the common?
And Dear Loved Ones, Do not walk on the path where our heroes have once fallen.
Gun shots, fire, screams of people woven, Woven into that one day when we try and remember the forgotten.
The bullet marks, the lost stars and the fear of death, Creeping into the human mind as though just a threat.
Look at her laughing. And now look at her dead. Is this what she planned before coming to her funeral bed ?