Shattered

Three little birds, sat on my window. 

The music wafted in from my own open window.

And they told me I don't need to worry. 

As if it were that easy... I felt myself shaking my head.

Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet

It's so freakin' hot in here. It's like an oven.

Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.

I glanced out the window. Stillness.

Darker than usual as the moon appeared to be hiding.

Where was that music coming from?

Was that a voice singing along?

I pressed my face against the pane. Couldn't see a thing.

Girl put your records on.

There WAS someone singing.

Tell me your favorite song.

I found myself humming. Smiling even.

You go ahead, let your hair down.

Then I heard it.

A single gunshot.

Just go ahead let your hair down.

Only one voice this time.

You're gonna find yourself somewhere,

Somehow.



** Lyrics from Put Your Records On, Corrine Bailey Rae

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