In Memory...
As we sit down here to learn
I pray to God it’s not my turn
If someone should come to take our lives
Will anyone hear the screams and cries
So many lives so shortly lived
I wonder to myself “just what gives?”
As time goes by some wounds may heal
But the scars we carry are all too real
The time has come to make a change
To stop the tragedies that seem so strange
A mother, a father, a daughter, a son
In the end who’s really won
To take a life and maybe your own
Some the reasons are really unknown
So when my time on earth here is done
I pray its not at the end of a gun
Copyright © Carrie Gold | Year Posted 2007
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