I used to live there!
I used to live there!
I used to live there!
I can’t stop thinking about it,
reality still hasn’t set in.

Walking through the hallways, dazed, 
thinking about how lucky we are,
barely on the map, 
barely here, barely there
barely noticed at all.

We pretend that we care,
a moment of silence- or two,
but do we stop and think,
what if it had been us?

Silence for solidarity,
where is the help?
Where are the people,
the ones that feel the same?

Think,
what if it had been you? Us?
Then we'd never be the same-
nothing would ever be the same… 

What if it had been me?
What if it had been me?
What if it had been me?
Most of my family is there
are they really all unscathed?
Are they really all okay?
Will we ever know?
Oh no.

Everytime I close my eyes,
I keep imagining that night,
everything was alright,
until it wasn’t
there was no way to know.
Then you watch your friend get shot, 
while you're let be
selecting victims, almost randomly.
Are you next? Will you be spared?
Is there any way to know?
Oh no... 

I cry for you-
I cry for me,
I rejoice I lost no family-
I cry for the fact that Paris,
will never be the same.

For Paris-November 13, 2015
“Nothing will ever be the same”