They are the only ones that know. I am the only one who believes. Two innocent boys with the same story and no one to listen. Two who have no one to talk to. Two whose believable stories are given by boys. From the courtroom, we can hear them, but the judge just ignores and doesn’t seem to care.
Their strength is unbelievable. They spill the same story to the jury. Their emotions go up and go down and still no one seems to hear their words. This is how they manage.
Let both forget what happened, they both could continue on, both can stop worrying. Manage, manage, manage, they say when they talk. They continue.
When they are too sad and too innocent to manage managing, when they have a tiny bit of hope, then it is them who looks at the boys. When there is no hope left to give on this day. Two who continue despite the condition. Two who tired and did not forget what happened. Two whose didn’t do anything at all.