The boy sits in his big house and feels crushed
He holds his girlfriend but his heart is still mush
The pop of the pistol
It rings out louder than cymbols
His dreams are filled with dread and tears
Even though its been 2 years
The ragged hole of a twenty two
Will tear your heart from you
All this the lonely boy has learned
While the hole in his heart has yearned
For his bestfriend to return
And leave that filthy urn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem