Grave of a Stranger

How can we mourn over people we've never met before? You didn't know their name before but now you wish you could save them somehow.

Who is that?

So so-and-so has passed away last week

Is that so?

The mourners flock to a pile of radios

And why then?

Some speculate he did it to himself

I know we've never met before and never will...

If we took the time

To ever think of the hundred million "what if's?"

Then we might as well

Have lived our lives in caskets awaiting the end of fear

Oh, but if time changed slightly 

Maybe I could have saved you

Yes, saved you somehow

Then we might as well

Think about the hundred millions sleeping in caskets also

If that's the case, I can't do anything but lay flowers and dry tissues

On the grave of a stranger

Why is that?

That a funeral can be referred to as trash disposal

How can it?

If they say that's what makes him a monster

Then aren't we?

Human beings supposedly redefined as monsters as well

I'm no clocksmith but a new mindset takes a locksmith...

If we took the lives

Of only every loved person in this world

Then we might as well

Let the hated ones take their own just out of despondence

Oh, but if thoughts changed slightly

Maybe I could have saved you

Yes, saved you somehow

Then I might as well

Think constantly about every other passerby on the street also

Oh, but if everybody took the time

Maybe we could end up saving each other

Yes, no time to be selfish

Don't know your name

Yet I want to save you somehow

Then you might as well

Not force your thumb through the thin waist of an hourglass

If we all had one job

To take care of every person we knew

Then we might as well

Not blame ourselves for the demise of one we don't know

If that's the case, I won't make myself impossibly responsible

For the grave of a stranger