Running fast from the fear that quivers around her,
she flees to where no one can touch her,
a single shot in the cold, cold air,
screams of little ones, young and old,
she runs faster but her legs can carry her no more,
she screams louder but her voice cannot be heard,
she reaches out for help but her pleas are not understood.

Panic fills her, more shots, more screams,
crimson tears caress her cheek,
she crys in pain, but her tears are un-noticed,
in all the struggle to stay alive, 
her heart left laying, cast aside,
by all the suffering that hurts inside,
can she be saved from the hatred around,
no, she's just left there on the ground,
She's warm and cold all at once,
but no one's there to help her strive,
for what she's been fighting for all of her life,
a life of her own, cut down with a knife,
in form of gunpowder she cannot last,
the pain inside all from one single blast,
no one understands the chaos she endures,
and now her effort is obscure,
She cannot hold on with such frail grasp,
and now her time has come to pass.

What sadness fills the lungs of hope, 
it was not her time to leave,
a person's own guilt causing hearts to break,
when times could have been something new,
She was broken long before,
but healing inside was worth so much more,
and now she cannot try to fight,
for that one thing that she might,
her angelic voice wasted away,
on what might have been another day,
and a single shot in the night...



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