Reverb

The sound is still in my ears; The visual is not dying anytime soon. I was in the opposite lane, When they are crying in vain; She was rubbing his hands, Her vision blurred by tears; The other man looked out, Confused by no movement; The driver horned non-stop, The siren ringed non-stop, But nothing moved; All were aware, All were listening, but could do nothing - just like me; Every vehicle blamed the one on its front, And the front one, on its front. But there was never the front most vehicle, It's a line, that never ended. The line, that could end the lifeline; The line, that could not be moved; My lane got cleared, I began to move; But they were still crying, With siren still ringing; I was moving ahead, further and further; But they were stuck, held by the line. Was it their mistake, to come here; Was I responsible, in some way for their agony? I reached home, But I still heard the siren. I slept that night, But I still saw them. The next day morning, I heard it a...