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Confessions of Love

As a nation in mourning prepares for the war
A way of life is changing it can't be like before
People feel sorrow for all that have died
Thousands of people dead, thousands of tears cried.

I listen to stories the visions still fresh in my head
Confessions of love were the last words said
One brief second to just say one goodbye
Then the next moment the people had died
The dying words of many were to say I love you
To comfort their loved ones when they could see it was through.

I think of those phone calls the final goodbyes
As a nation vows vengeance for all that had died
Monuments of progress lie in ruins on the ground
As they sift through the wreckage, the bodies are found.

I think what was and what is up ahead
I try to understand there's just too many dead
As the leaders plan their course of attack
A sorrow starts to grow there's no turning back.

I think of those last words a phone call back home
Then their spirits were extinguished their loved ones left alone
People light candles hope for the best
What happens next is anyone's guess.

The fortress of civilization is rubble on the ground
More people dead so many more bodies found
The bell starts to toll as the death toll grows higher
Yet their dying words were those of desire
To try to comfort the upcoming loss
Confessions of love by the souls that was lost.

I think of what happened it's just stuck in my mind
I wonder of the future and cry for mankind
When will all of this destruction just end
I see it become perpetual with intentions we send
The acts must be punished but when will it stop
Then confessions of love just rise to the top.

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