A Child crying for their mother dead and gone.
A Dad working two jobs to rise his two sons.
She is crying and can\'t breath because the pictures were not erased.
He wants to hold his hand but so many people know his family from church.
Me......I am sitting here with a broken heart ....silly right?
NO I AM HUMAN and my feelings matter as well, It dosen\'t make ANYONE else\'s matter any less.
Tragedy is blind no number or words it happens and
YOU define the meaning of Tragedy.