Nov 2012
One straight line, one mass grave
So many people, fear one giant wave
One man in this line, so afraid
Why is this happening, someone come to my aide!
All I want is to raise my little girl
Love my wife, watch their lives unfurl
Become successful, live outside persecution
For these murderers, will there be retribution?
And what has bred such hate
A self loathing tyrant who wishes to dictate?
A muzzle has found its way to the one man
I am not ready, please this can't be God's plan
Thoughts go dark, the evil deed is done
Another life stolen, by a pawn with a gun
So many people, fear one giant wave
One man in this line, so afraid
Why is this happening, someone come to my aide!
All I want is to raise my little girl
Love my wife, watch their lives unfurl
Become successful, live outside persecution
For these murderers, will there be retribution?
And what has bred such hate
A self loathing tyrant who wishes to dictate?
A muzzle has found its way to the one man
I am not ready, please this can't be God's plan
Thoughts go dark, the evil deed is done
Another life stolen, by a pawn with a gun
I wrote for one man. I cannot write for millions. They all had their own story, their own pain. So I wrote for one man that I did not know, one that I made up but then again he is not made up. His pain existed, he existed, whether I knew him or not.
