My Life, My Choice
As I sit here all alone, nothing on t.v. and nobody on
As crazy as it may sound, my heartbeat is the only
While living here in town, I should just enjoy the
peace. I often hear in the distance, the sirens of police.
One man down, the other takes flight. This is the ruins
of another senseless fight.
A child loses a father, a mother loses a son, all to a
coward who chose to use a gun.
A void in their hearts no one can fill. Only in time, their
pain will heal.
As this coward sits to unwind, he's haunted by his past. It's
fresh in his mind.
As he ponders on the choice he has made, this is one
memory that will never fade.
All he could think of was his family and what he's done. His
child loses a father, his mother loses a son...All behind his
choice to use a gun
Copyright © Anissa Turner | Year Posted 2015
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