Tragedy Has A Happy Ending

The shots were real
The sound, both frightening and terrifying
We ran in the midst of runners
Each with a bundle of trouble
Carrying worries none can share
A lonely route in a dark tunnel

He ran and she ran
Each a tribe, each a nation
They tan each on opposite directions
But somewhere in the middle of nowhere
The wind carried his message to her
It was love like no love before

They were born the same day of the same year
The attack was to annihilate
An intent to destroy beyond repairs
It became the rope of the bind
The instrument of intertwining of hearts
That would never have met

Bose