The moon owned the sky
Darkness enveloped the room
Betrayed only by the occasional
Bead of travelers lights which pierced the
Darkness without consent
The silence was so loud it dared
Me to find peace
The old black rotary phone
Shattered the silence and my life
I had always hated that phone
From that moment on my hate multiplied
A stranger, a voice on the line
How dare he speak with a
Tone of a friend to tell me he’s sorry
But this is the end
This cold hearted stranger
Who invaded my night and with four
Simple word stole all that was right
I sat in a trance as I laid down the phone
I can’t let this happen I feel so alone
I picked up the phone and I slammed it down hard
Again and again and again and again
This can’t be the truth this can’t be the end
Then the rage stopped, taken over by fear
How would I tell them, mamas no longer here
I sat and rehearsed just what I would say
I tried to stay calm god I hated this day
I sat as long as I could just holding their fate
I could keep their lives normal if I could just wait
Just a little bit longer to let them feel whole
Before the words from my lips would rip through their souls
The panic took hold as I ran from the room
I ran to my father, he’d know what to do
Daddy she’s dead, mama dead, dad she’s dead
35 years haunted by the words that I said
He spoke not a word but just stretched out his arms
His only mission in life was to shield me from harm
as I look back on this darkest of days
I fight to not see the look in his eyes
forced to watch my innocence die