I keep searching for an answer,
But I never seem to find one.
I ’m here, you’re here,
But for what?
I keep looking around me,
And all I see is tragedy.
People dying over here,
People dying over there.
But I ’m here, you’re here,
Why?
I keep hearing sounds,
Sounds of bombs,
Sounds of people screaming,
And sounds of laughter.
But I ’m here, you’re here,
How?
I take a closer look at you,
I see what you ’re holding in your hand.
I look at the knife,
I start to scream
you do the same.
I stop and so do you.
I ’m here you’re here,
What’s going on?
I take a step back,
You take a step forward.
I reach out my hand,
You do the same.
Once we touch,
I understand.
I’m you and you’re me.
And that’s when I found my A N S W E R