Sorrow Goodbye


Bullets fly
But I do not want to die
Red, warm and flowing
Like the wind blowing
It runs down my face
My life is now a race
I shout for help
But out comes a yelp
I will live on
My vision is almost gone
And so is my hope
Oh, how will my wife cope
I fall down
And without a sound
My last thought ran by
"I love you baby and goodbye"
I did not mean to die

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