To think in just a moments time A life so sacred won't be mine Just one small bullet to be the cause To take away all there joy and flaws Each moment a gift in the hands of time To thank for what is mine Each little gesture Each simple word Don't take a life so pure To think of all the things I've heard Some memories of mine are slurred Grasping each second of time I'll never let go of mine Just one small bullet to be the cause Cherish each word, each moment, each flaw.