I’m walking in a shadow
Of a man I’ve never seen
I sit crying thinking about
What could have been
I know your brother and sister
Your father and mother too
I wish you could see them
Looking sad and blue
Hearing them ask themselves
The question why?
Then secretly watching them
Pray and then cry
I feel so lost
Let me open up the skies
To catch a glimpse
As to whom you’ve become
Now where’s my gun?
Where’s my gun?
Oh…where’s my gun?
Where’s my gun?
Oh…where’s my gun?
I also ask myself
The question why?
Then I just
Pray and cry
I pray and then I…cry
I pray and then I…cry
I pray and then I…cry
Oh I pray and then I….cry
By Jay Basey © 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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