Ideas come to me when
I sit and I think.
Solutions are found when
I sit and I think.
There is so much to see when
I sit and I think.
The world has a nice sound when
I sit and I think.

White hallways
Green plants
Sweet air
Lavish amounts
Of food
No waste

Great glass
Towering floors
Colorful goods
Sweet flows
Of music
All good

Shattered
By a 
Dirty man
Quickly scooped
Up and
Whisked away
By men
In black

He walks to the music down the steps,
Watching his way toward the staring faces,
Watching his approaching with hesitation.
He stands there, color gone from his face.
He looks about him, to the crowds of faces
Arranged about before him in solemn wait.

It is his turn now to lift the weight
Of grief and shame of a nation state
Broken and hurt and worried, worried
That they might not have what it takes
To live up to the facing of their mistakes.
Six million once live and thriving and now gone.

You see it was war, and through and through
It all, we said we knew we were right.
We knew we had the right, we knew it
From the start this war we fight,
Our fight we fight. No normal war
Was this but a new un-formal war, no end in sight.

The decision made we bombed our way
Into their hearts and souls, for freedom
Must reign for all or none at all.
We do this for you as well as for us.
Freedom Rain was our project's name,
To end this war for one and for all.

So the bombs we made, we knew we could.
Bunkers busted and earth dissolved and terror
Was stalled or so we thought, it was our resolve.
It was not our thought to be so complete,
Completely involved in the destructive chains
Of reactions that day that six million died.

And with this in his head he had to explain
To the faces before him our nation's shame.