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My Life, My Choice

As I sit here all alone, nothing on t.v. and nobody on the phone. As crazy as it may sound, my heartbeat is the only noise around. 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 © | Year Posted 2015




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