Sweet swallows were singing on the street.
A truck came by and altered their lives.
A poor swallow got ran over.
Her family flew back.
They could not comprehend what had happened.
Yelling, mourning, and even touching could not wake.
Another truck ran over the little body again.
The family cried and tried not to believe their fates.
Sorry I cannot write any more.
Cause this story grabs my soul.
I close my watery eyes now.
But the scenes still print in my beautiful mind.
I feel sad to witness all these.
But I keep asking myself who I was in the story.
