I've been crying
Rain been falling
Day is ending
Night is calling
In the distance
Music is playing
Many people talking
Don't hear what they're saying
I can't hear them
Because of the pain
Why does life
Have to be a deadly game
I heard the shots
I saw him fall
That's when his name
I called and called
I knelt near him
But it was too late
He lay there dead
Killed by hate
11-22-18/RjH
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