For Them

And when I travel

I think of all the children and teens who have died a loud death

I think of the way I am still there

While some souls' pink ribbons were cut short

With the biggest scissor that had sproutted into existence

I think about it sometimes when I find myself too lazy for life

My heart beating fast yet living a quiet death

Wishing upon a star with pink strawberry drops falling from the sky

And it tastes so sweet yet so sour

I am so lucky, I think, sometimes

And yet I always see the darkness and the war from afar

So I think of all the children and teens who have died a loud death

And think of the way I still dance

And I must do it better

I must jump out of bed 

And live a loud life 

For them