Falling Down

I hear voices closing in. Feeling the wetness as I black out. A woman starts to yell " Oh my god is he okay?!" All I know is that I can't feel my body.

Am the projectile that fly's to hit,
My bod'y lies motionless on the ground.
Seeing my wasted life go by my eyes.

I start to cough up blood and my lungs are on fire. "This concrete floor becomes my grave." Is all I could say! Hearing the voices of people crying, yelling, and the laughter of kids not knowing my hopelessness.

Am the projectile that fly's to hit,
My body's lies motionless on the ground,
Seeing my wasted life go by my eyes.

My final wish as I look up the building seeing the angel that will guide me.
Wishing the my wasted life and endless sin may just for once be in my past.
My last breath I scream out my agony away as the blood dries to the concrete.

Am the projectile that fly's to hit,
My body's lies motionless on the ground,
Seeing my wasted life go by my eyes.