Smoke

Fire on the hill.

Blood on the ground.

Not what you see

On the good side of town.

Not what you'd think.

Gone in a blink of an eye.

Did he know?

Silent and still,

His broken prayer

Falls from his lips,

Vanishing in thin air.

Falls to his knees,

Breathing his sweet lullaby.

And he knows

But could he tell?

Stuck like a horse

On a carousel.

All of the plans

That he made himself

May as well be smoke.

What’s left undone

Pours from his side.

Soul fades away

As an ambulance cries.

So close to home.

There all alone in the dark

And he knows

Last night,

Somebody’s baby,

Last night.

Somebody’s baby died.