First Responder

As the world tends to go around I look up at the sky, from the ground Can't shake this feeling of how blue it can be So, I ask myself why has God chosen me Don't get me wrong it a beautiful thing To be chosen by the creator like an angel with wings Then, out of the light comes the darkness People suffering and killing and families remorsing Love one are being taken away too soon. They're lying on the floor in the back bedroom Their last call was for help, but no one was there Someone came thru the door and began to stare The person was gone. Cpr didn't help Why am I chosen to be the angle of death I realize no help is coming, and that won't change We just adjust in life and deal with the pain So we buried the thought in the back of our mind We just deal with the situation time after time If we call for help, it wouldn't even matter. The pain is buried in our minds like a close chapter