Exchanging stories
Of when we heard the news
Feels shallow and cliché
But I’m doing it too
And I think it’s because
I don’t know what else to say
A pit resides in my stomach
I remain on the verge of tears
I wake up and go through the motions
But my sleep is filled with nightmares
And I don’t want to watch
The news anymore
But I can’t pull myself away
I wish there was something I could do
I just want to be
With my family today
Instead I’m surrounded by strangers
But there’s something different in their eyes
It’s like a common understanding
Of how we’re all hurting inside
And I’ve been critical of our culture
I haven’t had much pride
But seeing the world respond to this?
It feels good to change my mind
Because I’m part of a generation
That’s been defined by apathy
Never has “God Bless America”
Meant so much to me