Looking in the eyes of misery,
I search for the mystery
What happened?
I see pain,
Knives slicing thru veins,
The priest cursing God’s name,
I look into the eyes of sorrow,
They pray to die before tomorrow,
And ask if there is a gun they can borrow,
I look into the eyes of regret,
They regret the day we met,
And hold the gun,
Knowing they will never forget…
written by: Frank Hannen-Pantaleon
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