In your darkest hour
in the still of night,
when those around you
fall from fright.

the cries and screams
that are near,
you say to yourself
" please GOD not here ".

You want to run
You want to hide,
but something stops you
deep from inside.

When all seems lost
you pull from within,
You find the strenght
and now it begins.

I will not run
i will not hide,
i will help the fallen,
till' my life denied.

On bended knee
You help the dying,
to ease their pain
and stop the crying.

What can be done
is made not clear,
so you tell yourself
" it can't end here ".

But if it does
so does it be,
i die tonight....,
on bended knee....jd

TO ALL THE HEROs
PRAY FOR LAS VEGAS...j