Paris

Woke up in the morning thinking I had a tough day, 

Looked at the news with nothing to say, 

Speechless at the numbers that are reaching, 

Everywhere I look there's someone preaching, 

You need to give a moment of silence, 

For a minute forget the violence, 

Remember the city of lights, 

Hundreds lost in never ending nights, 

Forget your hate and remember their state, 

Some of them may have lost a mate, 

A family member lost in bloodshed, 

Screams of the innocent as they fled, 

Bullets injure through the happiness, 

A day that turned to madness, 

Lights out, it's all blackness, 

Hearts begging for it to stop, 

Voices that are trying to reach the top, 

Begging the lord to play fair, 

As they have their own death stare, 

Tears scared to drop dead, 

They all had something ahead, 

In their final moments they screamed and yelled, 

As their parents cry for their child that was not held, 

The only thing that I could say is, 

Sorry for the loss you had to face, 

Sorry for the people that died that day, 

Sorry for the terror you faced, 

Sorry for the nightmare that will always stay.