SONG: Softly Singing Simon

Listen to the song

He stops for the little ones
to grab fruit out of reach
He smiles at them gently then heads for the trees

He scouts out a lonely spot
Behind tendrils and leaves
The sunlight melts into the blossoming breeze

Softly singing Simon
Quietly thinking alone
Softly singing Simon
Watching the evening unfold

When the boys start to lose their cool
When there's an absence of rules
He will offer his wisdom to the group

Some say there's a beast around
Simon don't disagree
He says, "Maybe there is..."
"Maybe it's you and me."

Softly singing Simon
Most of his thoughts are unknown
Softly thinking Simon
Watching the madness unfold

Blog 1 - A Fiery Baptism

I'll tell you how this all started. First, the shrieking sound of metal and then the evening sky, like talons, shredding through our plane. Edward, the solemn boy sitting on my right, was swept out into nothingness. It was like God had reached in and pulled him straight into the afterlife. I turned to Keith, the other boy on my left, and his eyes widened silently as his face was overcome by a deathly pallor. Then, blasts of fire followed by swirling darkness.

Our descent was like a dream. I can imagine myself waking up in its midst and catching jumbled glimpses of angelic boys, dressed in their blue uniforms, half dead and drifting around me in silence.

Upon awakening the next morning...