For ParisA Story by Kathryn SmithI want to write you a song One as beautiful as you are sweet Just a hint of pain For the feeling that I get when you are gone I want to write you a song I want to lend you my coat One that's as soft as your cheek So when the world is cold You'll have a hiding place you can go I want to lend you my coat I want to build you a boat One that's strong as you are free So any time you think that your heart is going to sink You know it won't I want to build you a boat The last time I felt like this. Sick. Sick to the point where I felt numb. A heart torn apart. A fearful soul full of panic and sadness. Helplessness. The last time I felt like this, was when I found out my friend was going to die. I wish I could scoop the beautiful country of France up. I'd hug it with all my might. Though it might not be much I'd be their bandage. I wish I could bring everyone back to life. My bones cry. My soul aches. My spirit is bothered and breaking. The Eiffel Tower stands in darkness. For the second time in less than a year, the city is in terror. I am going to stand up for Paris. We will prevail and we will build ourselves back up. France was there for the USA after the 9/11 attacks. Now it is time to give back. These next weeks will not be easy. but I believe there is more good than evil. Light always conquers dark. I have hope and love. I have hope and endless love for Paris. Please stand with me. © 2015 Kathryn SmithReviews
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