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My Son
On the field,
In the midst of the crowd,
There was fired a shot,
I was the first to hear the sound.
Let me take you back,
About two days ago,
And I’ll tell you how,
I ended up here in the snow…
My son was going to the bank,
He was going to cash a check,
Little did he know,
He was never coming back.
The bank it got robbed,
And three were found dead.
And there was my son,
With a bullet in his head.
So I cried,
I couldn’t smile at all,
Until I met this girl,
And oh, did I fall.
She was so great,
She came up to me,
She asked me what was wrong,
She said I looked unhappy.
So she said let’s go out,
To a party in the snow,
I said all right,
I said let’s go.
At the party,
Some guys they were bad,
They took out some guns,
And asked for all we had.
One person wouldn’t give,
So he shot him then & there,
But he missed as it hit me,
I thought this wasn’t fair.
As the man pulled his gun,
To my head for the final prize,
He saw something horrible…
The pain in my eyes.
He stumbled back,
But he pulled back on the gun,
The last thing I thought,
Was “I’m coming, my son.
