A Bullet Just Flies....

A bullet just flies
It has no eyes
It doesn't care
where
it's going....

When he pulled the trigger with such vigor,
did he know how lives would be bent,
from the shell that he spent.

When he took aim, did he care you had a name.
That you were far too young to die,
staring up into the sky.

Now you'll never grow old, as you lay there so cold,
and all around your blood,
soaks the ground.

Oh what sorrow, for there is no tomorrow,
for you, my dear child.

I feel my grief turn to anger, my anger into hate.
Even though, I know, it's wrong--
I can't wait.

Till the day comes, when he too, feels this pain.
When someone he loves,
life ends in vain.

A bullet just flies
It has no eyes
It doesn't care
where
it's going....