We stood on the brink
All we offered was 'let's think'
Any other way out of this desolation
Was lost when we lost ourselves in contemplation
We looked around and sought a solution
Somehow it was always the person next to us in need of an absolution
We moved forward, pointing fingers and raising weak fists in the air
Slowly slipping away to the end, encouraging others to fight the fight and live the nightmare
We stood there and waited for the dust from the stones and the bricks to settle
But we did not bend down, dressed in our white shirts, to move the burning metal
Things must change, with animated gestures we stood in groups and said
After half an hour back in our homes, our masks of concerns we shed
