Mommy grabbed her hand, and walked through the street, People all around them, and traffic is deep, She looks at her child, points to a store, The child smiles, and skips with joy, They wait in the line, and the man asks "what flavor?" The child points and the man delivered, She takes her ice-cream and waits outside, Brushing her shoulder with a big stomached man, She hears a yell, and a scream, and then an explosion, She falls on the ground, with a soft mumble, her eyes not open, She can't move, all she feels is pain, her ice-cream has melted, And so did her hand, eyes not open, smells like burning flesh, She hears a siren, opens her eyes, and sees a torn face, Mommy.