• It's this life of mine that always causes cries,
    In the event of peoples' demise,
    With the guns poppin',
    Hearts stoppin',
    Young bodies droppin',
    Blood soppin',
    Through their shirt,
    My God it hurts,
    Just to sit there,
    And stare,
    With my helpless self, I sit the frozen,
    And what I have chosen....
    Was to run....