An American Story

Blood rained down like teardrops Down her cheeks and to the floor Her head was resting on my lap And she took breath no more Love as fleeting as the sun Cares as wasteful as moonlight I made a promise there To make things right I arose to meet my destiny I awoke like a beast in heat I reached for the gun on the floor And said goodbye to my sweet Angie . . . . Angie. . . . Angie . . . . My own voice echoed in my head Like thunder pulsing through my ears I wiped my own tears on my shirt And went to face my fears "I'll be back my love." My voice like sandpaper The gun felt like a brick The weight of my promise to her My boots creaked across wooden boards My thoughts ran like a river Never stopping but going nowhere Treading aimlessly forever My shirt was red with her Angie's life had spilled out on me I wrung the shirt with my empty hand And set her spirit free A song was playing soft and barely heard It drifted in like a spring time breeze This musical wind strolled through my open door And set my mind at ease I followed this breeze to the street And left it as I found my car Setting down on the driver's side I looked back toward my open door Angie. . . . Angie . . . . Angie. . . . Alone I left her there I promise to Who did this to you Will meet the same fate Angie. . . . Angie . . . . Angie. . . . Alone I left her there