He walked beside me on the street
Nonchalant strut to perfect beat
He's one of you, he's just like me
I guess that's true to some degree

I saw him on TV today
He had a message to convey
With the gun within his hand
He ruled the Earth, he ruled the land

Bullets rained and blood did pour
Bodies tumbled by the shore
The tower crumbled, the crown did flame
White skin brown skin all the same

The sun did rise and twice it set
We won't forgive, we won't forget
A generation has been born
We're not alone, we're not forlorn

The blaze is now within our heart
For those who died, who did their part
We have a message to convey
It shall be heard, and you shall pay

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your Xanga and see what your friends come up with.

Every time I push, I pull back from the pain.
Forced to refrain, just to keep my sanity.
Seems so strange, what a fear for the insane.