You might heard about my death
On the newspapers today
For as I died in a so called 'attack'
As the sky forever went black

I was out with my friends,
my family, and on my own,
I had planned to do so since weeks,
since yesterday and not at all,
I was enjoying it for sure,
I might died with a smile,
or my laughter turned to screams

You will only know me as a number,
On the newspapers front page,
Yet I had a name, a family,
I had plans and fears and dreams

I could've confessed my love today,
or maybe my worst sin,
I could've quit my job today
Or could've finally been employed again,
I could've asked for forgiveness,
Or could've granted some,
Now it is anyway all meaningless
Cause I'm forever gone
My name a memory,
That once had hopes and dreams.

You read my number as a stranger,
While you are sitting safe ,
Yet it was chance, a twist of fate,
It didn't have to be me

I could've been your child,
 your sister, your brother,
I could've been your parent
 your lover, your friend
I could've been you-
but I  wasn't.
I was me.
So- when the sun rises tomorrow,
I won't be there to see,
But you will, as your life goes on,
Please make it one worth living,
Chas your plans and dreams,
Confess your love, and your worst sin,
Ask for forgiveness, do grand some,
Live life as happy as you can
One day you'll too be gone -
Watch the sun 'till then.

-A/N idk if you heard about the Berlin attack. My thoughts and sympathy go to the victims and those who they left behind in this world.
Stay human,
Sero 💙-