So we are innocent until proven guilty, but if it is not proven what about me? Why should I die when the hate wasn't for me? Why would you risk removing life from this earth for the chance to get him or her? Is it really that crucial? I can't help but wonder everytime I think of these questions every time I think of lost loved ones. Ask yourself how would you feel if you were surrounded in dirt six feet beneath the surface?
My heart goes out to the Innocent; those individuals lost by the hand of a drunken driver, the scorned lover or angered shooter. I am not naive enough to hope for a perfect world, but I have enough
passion for life and a love for GOD that will allow me to hope and have faith that one day we will be able to not fear life because of the possiblity of someone else's inconsiderate actions.
As I lay here beneath the surface
I dwell on what was
The life I lived
The hearts that loved and longed for my presence
I cast not a curse on your name
Your life
Or your seed
But wish that you forever remember me
My last breath was at your hand
My last glipse of life was lost to your hate
A spirit unknown to you
And with my soul now traces your footsteps
I can only wish that I be the last
Make my memory your chance
Let us preserve
The Innocent
This was actually written in memory of Marsai Murray.
