Galloup

He's trying hard not to sleep While tears pour down his face, For he's scared of that final beat Of his heart against his hand. Smells of smoke fill the air, And he makes himself look 'round. The gun's still tossed away, Lying silent on the ground. A sob bubbles in his chest And he lets out a silent cry. He's tired, but will not rest, For he's afraid to die. He lies there in the rain. Blood and water soak his skin. His vision starts to blur, And he begins to cry again. This time he's not silent, And a light is shined upon him. He hears a shout for help, And then telephones are calling. He hears the sirens wailing When the ambulance arriv