Like everybody else, I didn\'t want to see the crime scene
Although there wasn\'t a pool of blood but it spoke crimson
And our fear to look spoke volumes about why our eyes went bleak
And the colours suddenly do not fit
To look means to see Love outline without art
And they were no yellow tapes in the scene of the crime
And so in disarray, the flickered light dance
Ingrained, was the lullaby marauding peace
For a moment, we felt sad, but that is all we did
Our eyes discern; decoding that which is right in front of us
That is why knowing is realizing
A mirror is still filled with reflection even when broken
You either choose to ready your pen
Or to look away
But then silence is consent
The judge, jury and executioner are convinced we are guilty
And that rigor mortis is upon us because we are the dead body in the crime scene
It takes courage to look again
To see the bottles we filled with broken promises
Of body and soul we left to fall unfortified
To look again and see the chance to try and race the raindrops
And afterwards come alive once more
Because raindrops don\'t really fall and die
Raindrops, by the will of the
Most Merciful give life