When ever I hear the lose of life
Because of a gun .
Its like pulling a scab
Off my heart all over again
My tears may flow for hours .
Once in a while after hearing
The lose of life because of a gun .
I have to go and plow the road ahead .
There are to many of life's score boards
Closing to soon .
I wish , I could play the game
I suppose
Just one more time with them .
By Brock
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