Death of the Cat

I would let the world burn

If it meant I could see you one last time

I could let the skies collapse 

if I could press pause on time 

in a little sun filled gale

there is a wooden swing

it's creaky and it's old, but then

so is everything

it is so dear and pretty

the meadow's filled with bees

there are flowers brushed

I'm sorry.

And I guess that's all I can really say.

I watched them fall

watched and I couldn't do anything

at Columbine

at Sandy Hook

at Parkland.

I couldn't do anything