Gazing into the horizon miles away,
Flashbacks remind me of your voice so drone,
Nothing to look forward to, my life so grey.
I have lost my way and wish you would come,
Your presence in my heart is oh so missed,
In silence I pray and sob to what you have become,
To think about you daily I cannot resist.
For you I would have given my all,
To prevent you from getting yourself shot,
The moment it happened I already cannot recall,
Your image runs through my head but only as a dot.
Oh I wish I had a chance to stop the gun,
But it is too late. I am sorry, my son.
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