Rhythmic Soul Shots

I can't

Dear the victims of the ISIS attack, Im sorry for your losses, I can't bring your mother back, I can't bring your mother back, i know your silently having heart attacks, thinking how you barely got your brothers back, all the tears you have shed, on a very uncomfterable bed, you lost your friends to informants, to end it all is torment, and your thinking about how you would tell your mother this, but I can't bring your mother back, I can't bring your mother back, your standing on your knees, aching wether to grieve, this couldnt happen to me, thats something we all believe, till, were in the same position as the few in the world, who worry which captor, has bought theirs little boys and girls, and the ones, who hope their husband returns, just to learn, he's beheaded, then we turn to yearn, I can't bring your mother back, I can't bring your mother back, to wake up in a place, lying your a new race, just live another day, crying with your family, to think about yesterday, and all the fresh faces, who are now washed away, to stare hard at old video tapes, looking at the screen, the smiles that used to cheek and gleam, gone, and I can't bring your mother back, I can't bring your mother back, calling on Obama, its a repeat of Osama, the bullets grazed right by, but will forever pierce those eyes, you cant unsee blood, you cant unsee death, untill you get the news, your just holding in your breath, when its cold, it get thinner, hot, it gets thicker, these are the things, we can't wash away with Liquor and, I cant bring your mother back , I can't bring your mother back, thinking of what I lost this year, and ID badge and some tears, thats all that I remember, but not as harsh as yours, I wanna bring your mother back, I pray we bring your mother back, until then, hold on, faith goes very long, but GOD lasts forever, forever

Title: I can't
Written by: Kaitlin Vaughn
Date Written:9/21/14