I've had these snippets of lines in my notes for a while now. And after listening to some of the performances from "Louder Than A Bomb" once again, I went back and looked at them. And from them I wrote the following. Neither of these things has ever happened to me in my career, and hopefully I can go my entire career without them happening.
The Anti-Hero
What do you say to the mother
Who's child has died in your hands?
After giving the "kiss of life"
They feel the sting of death
No matter how, you were supposed
To be the savior. The saver
of lives. Keeping the child alive
But you. Could. Not.
The little breath stopped
The little eyes closed
The little hands went slack
The little body went limp
...
What do you say to the mother
Who's child has died at your hands?
After ordering, begging, pleading to stop
They feel the sting of death
You were supposed to be the savior
A saver of lost souls in their world
Bringing their child home, berated
Belittled, bruised and cold but breathing
But you. Did. Not.
The finger tightened on cold
Rolled steel. Mechanicals took their action
And with a roar...there was silence
There are no words to say
To a mother, who's child
You could not save
