Voices boom across the radios,
Messages interrupt the television stations,
Afraid for their world, their home,
God’s most wondrous creation,
Nobody knows what is to happen,
All are unsure of their futures and present,
Unable to know where they will be tomorrow,
Whether of not they will be sent,
Monica sits alone in a corner,
A meek girl of fifteen,
Alone in her thoughts,
Never is before was she really seen,
Monica was left to be without company,
Away from the good thoughts and friends,
Nobody is worried for her sake,
Not now, at the time of the end,
Final shuttles are released with the last of the fuel,
Monica watches as they all leave the atmosphere,
Away from her tears, her thoughts,
Not even able to hear her scream,
She cries to the heavens,
Unable to hear her plea,
She cannot help but cry,
A small beginning of a great salty sea,
As she looks up one last time,
Her eyes brimming with salty tears,
She sees the only thing to bring her back,
Her most greatest of all her fears,
In big fiery balls of gas,
The sun is raining through the sky,
She watches as they rain upon her,
Ending her lifelong lie...
