Sitting alone in my house staring at a bruise Seeing my self running away on the news Staring at a picture of a friend who is no more Hoping that he has been accepted through heaven's door Knowing that something must have been watching over me Because I left alive with just a bruise on my knee When I know that I could have been there If I could have jumped in front of him or would I dare Knowing that Santee will never be the same Knowing that there is no one person to blame Hoping that this will never happen again Saying prayers and finishing with amen Scared as hell because I don't know where Brian has gone to Only left with this warning to tell you Always stay close to the ones you love Just like me, you never know when they will be sent above.
Reason for writing:
It's been awhile since I've been able to talk about Santana High School, my school. I never thought that this would happen to small quiet Santee. I just hope that After Columbine, Santee, and other victims of school violence, people will take better measures now to insure the safety of our children who only want to learn. Dedicated to Randy Gordon, Brian Zuckor, Heather Cruz, Trevor Edwards, Berry Gibson, Matthew Heier, James Jackson, Scott Marshall, Melissa McNulty, Ray Serrato, Triston Salladay, and everyone else who was effected physically, or emotionally after the incident. The Santana Sultans will survive!
Birth sign: Libra
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