Murder

Some of them standing
Some were waiting in line
As if there were something
That they thought they might find
Taking some strength
From the feelings that always were shared
And in the background
The eyes tht just stared.

What was it brought you out here in the dark?
Was it your only way of making your mark?
Did you get rid of all the voices in your head?
Do you now miss them and the things that they said?

On your own admission, you raised up the knife
And you brought about ending another man's life
And when it was done you just threw down the blade
While the red blood spread wider then the anger you made.

I don't want this anger burning in me
It 's something from which its so hard to be free
And none of the tears that we cry in sorrow or rage
Can make any difference of turn back the page.