Tears fall like raindrops
Where bodies fell like waterfalls
The story is long, sad, and complex
And I am only an American.
People surround me, normal they would seem
Only left in the ashes of a demon
Building up the strength to walk again.
Their first step is towards a mirror
Reflecting that same demon that bore them.
Their tears fall like raindrops
Where bodies, of friends and family, fell like waterfalls.