• The Light Was Too Bright
    So He Hid From The Sun
    In His Dark Palace
    He Held The Gun
    Closed His Eyes
    And Held His Breath
    Gripping The Gun
    Waiting For Death
    Placed His Fingers
    In Perfect Position
    The Gun Well Loaded
    Full Of Ammunition
    Raising The Gun
    Up To His Head
    He Ran From Life
    Choosing Death Instead
    Pulled The Trigger
    And Fired The Shot
    Dropping The Gun
    The Barrel Still Hot
    And In That Split Second
    Before He Died
    I Swear… I Saw it
    My Angel Cried