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 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