A Young Man
A young mans shadow darkens
As he walks into the night.
A moonlit path before him
He thinks about his life.
His parents cry and wonder
His friends just turn away.
Was life really worth living
Could he go on this way?
In search of a distant answer
He wiped away the tears.
He took the gun into his hand
No longer would he fear.
What could have been his crime
For which he paid so dear?
He was just a man, who loved a man
who hated the word, *****!
Copyright © Brian Lehnen | Year Posted 2007
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