A

night-

mare

to

re-

mem-

ber,

I'll

nev-

er

be

the

same.

What

be-

gan

as

laugh-

ter,

so

soon

would

turn

to

pain.

The

sky

was

clear

and

fri-

gid,

the

air

was

thick

and

still.

Now

I'm

not

one

to

soon

for-

get,

and

I

bet

I

nev-

er

will.

Pic-

ture

for

a

mo-

ment

the

per-

fect

i-

ro-

ny.

A

flaw-

less

new

be-

gin-

ning

e-

clipsed

by

trag-

e-

dy.

The

un-

in-

vi-

ted

stran-

ger

start-

ed

danc-

ing

on

his

own.

So

we

said

good-

bye

to

the

glow-

ing

bride

and

we

made

our

way

back

home.

Life

was

so

sim-

ple

then,

we

were

so

in-

no-

cent.

Fath-

er

and

moth-

er

hold-

ing

each

oth-

er.

With-

out

warn-

ing,

out

of

no-

where,

like

a

bul-

let

from

the

night.

Crush-

ing

glass,

rub-

ber

and

steel,

scorch-

ing

fire

glow-

ing

lights.

Screams

of

ter-

ror,

pain

and

fear,

sounds

of

si-

rens,

smoke

in

my

eyes.

Sud-

den

still-

ness,

black-

ened

si-

lence

no

more

scream-

ing,

no

more

cries.

Stunned

and

be-

wil-

dered,

cold

and

a-

fraid.

Torn

up

and

bro-

ken,

fright-

ened

and

dazed.

Stunned

and

be-

wil-

dered,

cold

and

a-

fraid.

Torn

up

and

bro-

ken,

fright-

ened

and

dazed.

Ly-

ing

on

the

ta-

ble

in

this

un-

fa-

mil-

iar

place,

I'm

greet-

ed

by

a

stran-

ger,

a

man

with-

out

a

face.

He

said,

"Son,

do

you

re-

mem-

ber?

Do

you

e-

ven

know

your

name?"

Then

he

shined

a

light

in-

to

my

eyes,

and

said,

"Take

this

for

the

pain."

Hope-

less-

ly

drift-

ing,

bath-

ing

in

beau-

ti-

ful

ag-

o-

ny.

I

am

end-

less-

ly

fall-

ing,

lost

in

this

won-

der-

ful

mis-

er-

y.

In

peace-

ful

se-

da-

tion

I

lay

half

a-

wake,

and

all

of

the

pa-

nic

in-

side

starts

to

fade.

Hope-

less-

ly

drift-

ing,

bath-

ing

in

beau-

ti-

ful

ag-

o-

ny.

"Tell

me

does

this

hurt

you?"

said

the

face-

less

man.

"Can

you

move

all

of

your

fin-

gers?

Can

you

try

your

best

to

stand?"

I

asked

a-

bout

the

oth-

ers,

is

ev-

'ry-

one

o-

kay?

He

told

me

not

to

wor-

ry

as

he

turned

and

walked

a-

way.

Hope-

less-

ly

drift-

ing,

bath-

ing

in

beau-

ti-

ful

ag-

o-

ny.

I

am

end-

less-

ly

fall-

ing,

lost

in

this

won-

der-

ful

mis-

er-

y.

In

peace-

ful

se-

da-

tion

I

lay

half

a-

wake,

and

all

of

the

pa-

nic

in-

side

starts

to

fade.

Hope-

less-

ly

drift-

ing,

bath-

ing

in

beau-

ti-

ful

ag-

o-

ny.

Day

af-

ter

day

and

night

af-

ter

night,

re-

play-

ing

the

e-

vents.

Did

they

ev-

er

see

the

red

light?

o-

ver

and

o-

ver,

scene

by

scene,

like

a

re-

cur-

ring

night-

mare

haunt-

ing

my

dreams.

How

can

you

pre-

pare

for

what

would

hap-

pen

next?

No

son

should

ev-

er

have

to

see

his

fath-

er

such

a

mess.

It's

a

mir-

a-

cle

he

lived,

it's

a

bles-

ing

no

one

died.

By

the

grace

of

God

a-

bove,

ev-

'ry-

one

sur-

vived.

Rawr.

Uh!

Life

was

so

sim-

ple

then.

We

were

so

in-

no-

cent.

It

will

stay

with

us

for-

ev-

er.

A

night-

mare

to

re-

mem-

ber.