Vegas Shooter

What happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas Never more true Than to the 59 Who are never coming back From a sickening attack The so called lucky must face With memories of why And what comes next Coming to terms With why me What rotten good luck My life befell The shooters aim Out of frame his bullets missed The reaper's clock Whispers knocked On death next door on blood stained floor Take from today till morrow dawn's Another breath another day For this is not your lucky day But come tomorrow Hug most dear that which you fear You have not lost And count in cost the rise of eyes For beyond the lies And enterprise of all that's evil Are living people Who can be taken away at the win of a trigger The sunset strip will never prize From the pain of loss On a blood stained cross Who forgot Where Mother Daughters Father Sons Human Creatures Flesh and Bone