911 What’s your emergency?
I need someone on the scene
All I hear are screams
A body on the cement ground
It’s like waking up to a bad dream
What’s your location?
I’m at the corner of Old Nat and Flat Shoals
I was told this young soul collapsed
from a broken heart from a cold-hearted soul
What is the victim’s identity?
No color
No height
No size
No wonder why mothers cry
Fathers weep when another one lies in the street
Covered in the sheets of paper with a pen
next to the face of a poet
I’m not sure if I’m following you
but help is on the way
The words spoken to a witness who saw death is on the way
If writing the truth is a crime
then I rather die with her without serving time.

Credits: Written and Produced by Sean Garvey