That Young Boy

A smile, a laugh
a tear, a frown
a sad young boy none knew was falling down
he was falling way too fast
no one seems to notice
no one seemed to hear
for when he put that gun in place
no one happened to be near
he left with out a warning
he left without a sign
just a dead young boy
with a shallow gun by his side
again no one heard
as his death was being fired
and after the funeral was planned
after everybody came
the tears fell on his casket
they left a foot printed stain
then everyone noticed
then everyone heard
for the warning had came
the signs were all right there
now there is no smile
now there is no laugh
now there’s just a tear
and his picture placed in glass
since he left no letter
since he left no trace
the gun spoke his last words
that gun (it) put this sad young boy; right back in his place...





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