The Chosen
Just a person on the run
Got into a altercation and pulled out a gun.
Shot's rang (bang-bang)
People sang
It all happened on the courner of
lover's lane.
You runaway,
wishing it was another day,
Praying to God not knowing what to say,
Seeing blood coming from the victim
as he lay.
Rolling emotions fall from inner motions of regret,
One has no more intellect nor respect.
Now one is running scared with no
place in life,
Creepin around town with another man's wife.
Tears fall from thy eye's in remores,
Wishing
Hoping
and praying that the situation had taken a different course.
looking back at the event of omens,
Now realizes the wrong road taken to become the chosen.
Tiffany Saxon
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