One dark night in Chicago fifty years or more A man walked in a jewelry store outside the rain did pour He walked up to the counter a ring it caught his eye The price tag said 300 dollars on him he had 5 He knew the girl he loved back home would love it all the best So he pulled a 45 from underneath his vest He took the ring and out he walked along the wet concrete Siren's started closing in and shuffles of fast feet He ran into an alley and then he ditched the gun Before he did he wiped his prints and kissed the ring for fun As he walked towards home a shadow came from out A loud bang came from the night a body hit the ground But there along the ****** wall sat the brave young man And In his hand clenched so tight a ****** wedding band
This is a little story I wrote just out of boredom not sure what it means I suppose the moral of it is left up to you Heck write a second half if you want i'm sure the story could go on but I really just went off the top of my head.