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Springtime in Boston

After the bombing in Boston on April 15, 2013 it was so surreal watching the coverage on TV that I felt compelled to try to write about it. My friend Ken took the lyrics I wrote and composed an excellent song. Please check out the 'external link' (to the right under the photo). Ken posted it on his music site a year ago and with the recent anniversary there was a renewed interest. Since it was well received on his site, I thought I'd share the music and lyrics with my wattpad friends.

There's some cops and men and some guns over there

Some flags and a camera crew

Everyone's exhausted from what's gone on

And our daughter's home with the flu

There's a man with a bomb and its starting to scare

The living shit right out of me and ma

We're hunkered down this evening inside our house

Trying hard not to recall

Look like its spring time in Boston all over again

Another bloody day in the street

Everybody's wondering what's going on

History always repeats

They've cordoned off the street where Uncle Henry lives

There's humvees where we left the car

My next door neighbor Billy just returned from Iraq

With eyes that are filled with scars

Children pay no attention

To the panic you see on the screen

And for good god's sake

Don't make the mistake

Of gazing through the window

Cause then you'll really scream

Look like its spring time in Boston all over again

Sanity has stepped out of bounds

Everybody's wondering what's going on

This time the cops are bringing hounds

Through the smoke and the flames they pulled out the names

Of the bastards who caused this pain

Now the heat is on and it's gonna stay on

Our country's being drained

There's some cops and men and some guns over there

Some flags and a camera crew

We've got one hell of a problem

What the world we gonna do?

© RDBrooks, 2013

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