For Boston
Running
And running
You can see the end
Running for hours
The crowd cheers
And shouts encouragement s
You keep going
Then there's a boom
There's so much commotion
Are we about to meet our doom?
There's chaos to the motion
People are wounded,
And hurt,
Even dead-
What's going on?!
Now, that's what's being said
Running
You run away from the sound
Boom!
The perpetrators better be found
People run toward the scene,
To the people-
What can they do?
Everywhere there are helpers
Stay strong Boston.
We're praying for you.
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