It’s the color of you
anda always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them

With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain

We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green

Then anda left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
anda were in the orange field in the sky
anda always berkata was there.

The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though anda left too soon

Orange…

Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without anda here

I protect my own
Though I wish anda were here

Now orange is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival

orange will forever be our color
Even though death took anda away

Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.

Violently, the ground shook,
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a pantas, swift dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, Cinta and it’s people’s cries.