The light was to bright so he hid from the sun,
In his dark place he held the gun, Closed his eyes,
And held his breath, Gripping the gun,
Waiting for death, Placed his fingers in perfect position,
The gun well loaded full of ammunition,
Raising the gun up to his head, He ran from life,
Choosing death instead,
Pulled the trigger and fired the shoot,
Dropping the gun, The barrel still hot,
And in that spilt second before he died,
I swear I saw it,
My angel cried. |
