Monday Mourning

Over the phone
I can hear them hold their breath
As silence fills the halls
Echos of gunshots in their heads
And that's their life
In the hands of a stranger
Their life
And their hearts beat fainter
These Monday mornings left in mourning
Cuts on the arm
From all the hurt we say
Gun to the head
She'll do anything to take the numbness away
That's her life
In the soul of a stranger
Her life
And her heart beats fainter
These Monday mornings left in mourning
A careful facade
Hiding internal strife
Just a trigger away
From showing the pain that he's felt all his life
And he's firing off his anger and rage
With the bullets that fly past our faces,
Past our conscience
And our constitution
And that's his life
In the mind of a stranger
His life
Taking away more lives
These Monday mornings left in mourning
These Monday mornings left in mourning



Credits
Writer(s): Aspen Mariam Jacobsen
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