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Words Of A Dying Boy by MzEspoir(f): 9:41pm On Oct 26, 2015 |
Mama, you told me I could become anything I wanted So I made up my mind to be a doctor Yesterday we had a math test at school Today I was running home To show you the fat 'A' on my script I was almost home When I felt the sharp pain in my thigh It felt like hell All around me people were screaming Little children crying I felt another pain in my chest Looked at my script My blood was all over it Shining brighter than the fat red 'A' I had wanted to show you I woke up in a strange room with strange people all around Mama, Mama, where are you? A man looks over and shakes his head He whispers to pretty young woman next to him So softly I can barely make out the words 'He's not gonna make it. The bullet pierced his lungs and scraped his heart. He doesn't have much longer.' Mama, mama, where are you? I'm scared, and I need you here I need to show you one last time that I didn't let you down Need to show you my fat red 'A' It won't be long coming now It hurts to move, and my breath is coming in short gasps My body hurts more than ever I hear the man say that my heart is failing He says that my lungs are collapsing Mama, mama, where are you? I'm scared and I need you here My script is still tightly clutched in my hand And my fat red 'A' is barely distinguishable Now, the line is flat and I've found peace Soaring above the earth Now I can never be a doctor My life was stolen by terrorism Their bullets pierced my lungs And took the living breath out of me I never got to show you my fat red 'A' Mama, mama, do not cry, And tell daddy to be brave And when I'm buried Please put daddy's boy on my grave. Mama, mama, I never let you down But the terrorists never gave me a chance at life. #SayNoToTerrorism 8 Likes 3 Shares |
Re: Words Of A Dying Boy by Harrysimon: 10:23pm On Dec 01, 2015 |
Heiya .hope these raiders of the federal republic would see the harm terrorism is causing us,both on local and foreign scenes |
Re: Words Of A Dying Boy by NoraKim(f): 1:12pm On Dec 03, 2015 |
Nice one
I almost cired 1 Like |
Re: Words Of A Dying Boy by chopsyray(m): 11:16pm On Jan 15, 2016 |
Wow, that was awesome |
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