And I asked, what was the way, with own hand,
she took herself?
I prayed it was with pills to sleep, and not awake,
peacefully, painlessly, but it was not the chosen way.
It was with a gun, with a gun.
She was looking for an answer,
to her loneliness, her emptiness,
and she looked on the internet,
and she found users
and losers
and abusers,
with no Prince Charming
to be found.
And her emptiness,
she could not fill,
but for maybe with pill,
or hot lead from cold blue steel.
This was her final answer,
with a gun, with a gun.
And there is no turning back,
once that bullet is on it's way,
and a big hole in your head,
makes for a very bad day,
for you, only for an instant,
but for your child left behind,
something so horrible to live with
in this knowledge of.
If success breeds success,
then what does this breed?
From father to son,
from mother to daughter,
lessons are learned.
Legacy handed down.
