What is said?
I tell a story of the last exchange.
A smile for everyone regardless of the pain.
What I heard could change the world.
I could have saved that little girl.

Help another lend a hand,
I understand that justice is better.
Only now I realized, I overlooked the signs that were slowly
Creeping into my memory.

He looks over the counter with a smile,
And says, "she was crying."
The facts they don't add up.

Paranoid, my imagination's painting stories for myself.