When Tragedy Strikes - My Iron Lung

Sunrise, early morning

Just waking up, my eyes still shut

Overhear the tv from the other room

The news says over a hundred deaths were reported and it’s only six am

Tell us a reason for it

They say it’s still unclear at the moment

Is there reason for this?

A reason good enough for death?

Still trying to comprehend why thing’s like this happen

Why i’m always on the other end

Watching violence through a lens

Always thinking of how i’d deal with it and how it happened

I can’t imagine, I can’t believe

It’s a scene in the streets

Ordinary movements, ordinary action

What was your first reaction when the lights went off?

What was your first reaction?

What was it like when you first heard the noise?

What did you see?

How’d it make you feel?

Paint an image vividly

So I can feel it, so I can understand

A flash before the eyes, what does that feel like?

Life flashing before your eyes, what does that feel like?

When tragedy strikes just close your eyes

It seems unfair the way life plays out

It seems unfair to say I understand at all

When tragedy strikes it doesn’t care for a name

It has no reason to stop

I woke up early, sat by the window the next morning

Thought about death and yesterday

It seems so unfair, the way life plays out

It seems so unfair to say I understand