Tis nothing if not a cruel world
Again we endure
A sound that has become all too familiar
As the music plays, the curtains draw

In this script of life, the tragedy plays on
And it arrives with envy, of those still to learn
Of the questions it brings
The dawning of nature's indifference
We are but ants without purpose

But this time, it feels different
One moment in time becomes finite
An aftermath of horror so hard to bear witness
Which only seconds before, could not be conceived
Stripped of life
Crushed and burnt

It feels unreal, yet nothing is more definite
A warning to those left behind

That each second passing by, draws us nearer
No question of if, but when

Still we move forth
To journey's end