My Town
You know this town was everything
My momma, my girl
Her diamond ring
From birth though, this was the world
The world, again my everything
I lived my whole life
Anger without fraction
With all the words I said
A tone, but no ration
I just want to have a peace
To settle my mind
One gun shot, bloody weep
didn’t come in time
Like I said to my wife
I destroyed it, last call
I ruined the life
Of my son, dead for all
And even at the end
I still try so hard to stall
God, but where to begin
Just a bullet in my brain
Removing the curse
Chilling the pain
Please better not worse
My son you see
My son knew
Dead nodding at me
Its not true
He no, cant be alive
Its not real, not real
Blast myself inside
He’s so afraid
I know my better
Cursed parade
Boom bloody white sweater
Say that he is he
This is not
Not what I was meant to be
But down, down I go
Gun in hand out the window
I think I should frown
But no, I fall
Fall to my town
My town for all
But am I better dead
Well I think I am
Up metal to head
Against skull a bam
That sound
I hate the scream
Repeated over and over
Wait what, a dream
Oh man, what a day
Or I guess a night
One more check, down hallway
I see sleeping son, blessing sight
Copyright © Justin Street | Year Posted 2010
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