I See

A reflection on the Merkaz Harav terror attack that claimed the lived of eight Jewish boys.

I see you through the broken glass
that used to be a window

I see you run with your friends
I see you grow and grow

I see you dress in the morn
in your shirt and tie

I see you take on the world
I see you laugh and cry

I see the upturned dirt,
the newly sculpted stone

I see the wilted roses
I see I am alone.