With each bullet I take
I wonder how many lives I save.
Laying on the cold ground
I feel no warmth, hear no sound.
It wasn't bravery, nor anger
just fear for every stranger.
For every person that runs
I wish sympathy from none.
Please, use your voice
make it a powerful pleading noise.
Let the youth live
in a world without the nightmare that digs.
My skin now cold
the red around me grows.
I pray if I do not wake
my soul is for the Lord to take.
But if I am to breathe again, I hope,
will I be able to cope?
I wish for one more hug
one more summer evening lightning bug.
One more minute with who I love
one more time in the house of the dove.
Laying on the seemingly lawless land
from the sun, reaching out, a warm hand.