 | Oh my God, what have I done?
Have I actually killed some one?
Shot him for the money, he might hold.
Why wouldn’t he just do, as he was told?
On his finger a plain golden band.
I have killed a family man.
Oh dear Lord, was he some ones Dad?
A father of some lass or lad?
A working man, that lived life right.
Unlike me, a prowler of the night.
What was I thinking, am I deranged?
I’ve taken some ones life, for a few dollars and change.
Holy Father, what have I done?
I hear some sirens, should I run?
Or should I stand, put up a fight.
So I too, could die this night.
Or should I run, like the coward, I am.
I’m so confused, I need a plan.
Oh sweet Jesus, what’s that sound?
Is it coming up from the ground?
A muffled moan, a turning head.
This mans alive, he is not dead.
I must help him, there is no choice.
I hear this from my inner voice.
Oh thank God. He is alive.
But he’ll need attention, if he is to survive.
He’s bleeding badly, his shirt is red.
From the wound, in his head.
He opens his eyes, and asked, who had done this to him.
He couldn’t remember, his memory was dim.
I said lay still, I’m calling 911.
Don’t worry my friend, you’ll see tomorrows sun.
Oh my God, am I finally awake?
How many more nights of this, will it take?
The man survived, and I never got caught.
He never remembered, how he was shot.
But oh yes, I’m being punished, and it’s only right.
To dream of this deed, night after. night after.. night… |  |
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