Sirens blazed and lights flashed as Celia rushed out of her apartment building. It was morning but the sky was so overcast and dim it seemed like night. Screams errupted from the mob that filled the street. As she pushed on through the crowd, She cought a glimse of the still, bloody body being brought into the ambulance. A few feet away, a pretty, young girl was in tears. Police officers held her hands behind her back and carried her away. The girl's shrill screams found their way beyond the noise of the growing mass of people "I couldn't let anyone else have him. I loved him. He should have been with me." Celia turned to the man next to her just in time to hear him say, "It's sick. These fans are out of control."
She returned to her room, turned on the tv, and sat stunned as the News caster announced that Joey Fatone had died that morning.
"What If"
I can't find the rhyme in all my reason
I've lost sense of time and all seasons
I feel I've been beaten down
By the words of men who have no grounds
I can't sleep beneath the trees of wisdom
When your ax has cut the roots that feed them
Forked tonges in bitter mouths
Can drive a man to bleed from inside out
What if you did?
What if you lied?
What if I avenge?
What if eye for an eye?
I've seen the wicked fruit of your vine
Destroy the man who lacks a strong mind
Human pride sings a vengeful song
Inspired by the times you've been walked on
My stage is shared by millions
Who lift their hands up high because they feel this
We are one
We are strong
The more you hold us down the more we press on
What if you did?
What if you lied?
What if I avenge?
What if eye for an eye?
I know I can't hold the hate inside my mind
'Cause what consumes your thoughts controls your life
So I'll just ask a question
What if?
What if your words could be judged like a crime?
Story - glittaguessgrrl@cs.com
Song- Creed