realitalianice
06-09-2008, 7:22 PM
Noon on a Sunday evening
People walking down street
Crying and mourning their loses
And someone screams how can she be dead
Floating down the afternoon
Forty feet marching off to war
Angles come down to take them
And someone says I can’t believe they’re dead
The drugs take over his mind
He says one more and that’s it
In the morning they fond him on the flood
And someone asked is he dead
Gun shot head down the way
People running in fear
He never saw it coming right to him
And someone cries out he is dead
43 souls lost on that day
Tears fill their families eyes
But no one outside seems to care
No one can see there all dead
I think this my best work and I hope you can help me work it
People walking down street
Crying and mourning their loses
And someone screams how can she be dead
Floating down the afternoon
Forty feet marching off to war
Angles come down to take them
And someone says I can’t believe they’re dead
The drugs take over his mind
He says one more and that’s it
In the morning they fond him on the flood
And someone asked is he dead
Gun shot head down the way
People running in fear
He never saw it coming right to him
And someone cries out he is dead
43 souls lost on that day
Tears fill their families eyes
But no one outside seems to care
No one can see there all dead
I think this my best work and I hope you can help me work it