Today it was coming to be;
The drumming, the dancing, the laughter,
It was all beginning to be real.
And there she was beside her father,
All dressed in white.
Walking towards the future of her life.
And when he held her hands,
For a moment, it felt like time could stand.
But time was ahead of her, ahead of him.
Ahead of the wedding that could have been.
Had it not been for that sound,
The one that brought everything to the ground.
And turned the drumming into bullet screams,
And the dancing into a frenzy of fear,
And turned the laughter into tears.
It made their new found home a pile of sand,
But she still firmly held his hands.
No longer a bride dressed in white,
Just another widow wishing back her lover's life.
Had it not been for that sound;
That turned her dreams upside down.
She would have still had no clue,
That a happy ending could end so soon.
