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See a young man pick up a gun
Gettin' trapped where the bullet goes,
Caught there forever
In a predicament of content and woe.
That moment follows him 'round
A shadow always by his side
For taking comfort in that trigger
That he was sure would redeem his pride.
The darkness whispers softly
And taunts him with that day
It sings of the little boy
That he sent on his way.
He thought nothing of it at the time
Nothing of what the gun could do,
Now he's trapped where that bullet went
Thinking; if only then he knew.
Yes, if only he knew then
How the consequences would feel
How that little boy would haunt him forever
Yes,then he'd know that a gun could kill.
Inside this exterior, over which the eye might have roved there was the record of a pulsing life, which had learnt too well for its years – Thomas Har