The By Stander Effect

When years seem like minutes and those same minutes seem like years the world over time moves on I stand still waiting and waiting for that man with a gun overwhelmed by some one else. Not having to be told. My duty I did way back then in the hope that you would. The attacks were brutally calculated, calculated to late for fear there I froze. The war where I died yet I go on to relive every day. Alone in a crowd forced to guess. Not one distinguished them self selves that night. I wandered the streets all alone long after the night no one came because of that.