Mais um poema da pi; falta um pra ela virar membro oficial XD

Once on my street
Life and Death collided
A little boy was caught in the middle

I could do nothing but hold his head tight
His big eyes kept looking at me with fear
His cold hands holding my skirt
His heart trying to beat faster
Faster,faster,faster!

His saviors' white clothes
were turning into dark red
I could do nothing but hold his head tight.

And then,not asking permission to
his eyes looked elsewhere
his colder hands loosed my skirt
His heart didn't beat anymore
"Clear!","Clear!","Clear!"

Oh God! Oh God! Don't let this child go
For he's struggling so much to live,
he doesn't need to suffer no more.
Is his life less valuable than my own?

And then I looked up
Searching for an answer in the sky
I thought hard,I tried my best
I prayed and waited
But on the insignificance of my being
I could do nothing but hold his head tight.