All those years when we could have been singing.
All those years if they didn’t go away.
All those times when we could have been laughing.
All those days when the children would have played.
Time stood still while lives were disappearing.
City streets silent when the people stayed inside.
All those years when we could have been living.
Swallowed by the darkness, smothered by the lies…
All those souls whose lives around us vanished.
Suddenly.
A ‘mystery.’
While many would not see.
Even many ‘godly’ ones preaching love and mercy.
Blinded by the devil, from truth they all would flee.
All those years when we could have been dancing.
All those days when we could have chased our dreams.
Memories and music we could have all been making…
Paused.
Stilled.
Frozen.
On hold.
Eternally?
For those of us surviving.
For those of us who know.
Nothing’s been forgotten.
All those years.
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