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My son, my son,
I’ll give you my gun.
Be a man and make me proud.
Count to ten, count to ten,
Shoot the sky then.
Blood need not stain the ground.
I swear, I swear,
I heard that shot crack the air.
In my soul felt something was wrong
My fears, my fears,
Confirmed with tears.
You’ve been missing for far too long.
Stay alive, stay alive,
You have to survive.
Despite hospital sheets soaked in red.
I’m crying, I’m crying,
My son is dying.
This is not how I thought it would end.