Way in a distant land
Lies a poor boy with his broken toy
Too young to understand
He’s awaken, ground is shakin’
His father grabs his hand
Screaming, crying, his wife’s dying
Now he’s left to explain
He innocently questioned why
Why his mother had to die
What did these soldiers come here for ?
If they’re for peace, why is there war ?
Did God say that they could decide
Who will live and who will die ?
All my mama ever did
Was try to take care of her kids
We’re innocently standing by
Watching people lose their lives
It seems as if we have no voice
It’s time for us to make a choice
Only god could decide
Who will live and who will die
There’s nothing that can’t be done
If we raise our voice as one
They’ve gotta hear it from me
They’ve gotta hear it from you
They’ve gotta hear it from us
We can’t take it
We’ve already had enough.
So summer ended… and come to think of it, I achieved many things for the very first time in my 4 months of holiday.
Drew my best piece of drawing yet.
Went to Asia and became a true tourist!
Went to Rimouski.
Rode a horse.
Went paint balling.
Went water tubing.
Went boating (real fast!).
Watched many scary movies!
Got Starcraft 2.
Was certified in First Aid.
Read 5 books.
Went to see the Backstreet Boys live.
Was privileged to be the pianist for a wedding.
Had many heart to hearts with mommy.
Did not fall in love.
I had a fantastic and super relaxing summer, and I cannot wait for a good school year.