Witness a Shot..:
A sharp loud puncture into the night sky, is suddenly keeping you up late at night, awakening your sleep, disturbing your dreams of finding a hidden treasure between the sheets, between the sheets a mother tosses and turns from a bad feeling she can't shake. She tries to close her eyes and erase the feeling, she holds on to hope while looking at the ceiling,
A loud puncture in the sky while birds separate and fly becoming the only witness to the last breaths that pant in the dark, In the darkest cold of nights in a poorly lit park, the last cries, the last scream the drip drops of tears mixed in with one last dream, one more wish left un granted but yet the last time for pain, the final suffering, the beginning of relief. One bird flies back acknowledging his witness to the message of the sound puncturing the night sky she flies to her window and sits
Still to toss and turn the night you cant bare as the sirens come by then disappear in the air, another victim you began to say, but the ambulance sounds are not what is keeping you awake//for It is so much more than that because now you struggle with your conscience//fearing its something lacked//once you hear the loud sound those 15 rounds you knew what it was//not just a moment that passes by at night//but the sound of someone losing love and life//your feeling guilty because your first thought were not those of sadness or empathy//it was a loud prayer demanding god that he not take anyone else from thee//please this time don't let it be one of mine put the pain on someone else's heart//let it be another nameless one//faceless in the dark
Through the pecking at her window awakening her false sleep// she looked at the time and realized her most feared feeling was now real// a terrible thought now revealed because a mother knows when the night no longer feels right//a connection lost, and a the soul beginning an honorable plight//a mother sits and stares out the window wishes to rewind time because if she would have known the last time was last she would have kept him home//or said so much more than bye//so much more than come home safe//I love you she did say but maybe in a different way//too much to wait for the call she knew it in her heart//but the confirmation of her thoughts was to unreal to believe//so unreal never thinking that this could be "my son is supposed to bury me"//repeating these lines through eyes to scared to cry//why would someone take mine?
Louder than an earthquake rattling the city a world spreading apart//slicing the ground//that piercing sound//you would think witnesses were all around//ready to testify to the fact that they could not sleep at night due to that sound//they couldn't sleep because the sound of death resounded// they heard get away cars and footsteps//arguments and testimonials//but witnesses to the gospel turned blind eyes//they turned there backs when the plan was mentioned they shook there head and shut the door on there conscience// but rest assured birds due run free//and when you think your alone your truly not//for everyday is someone else's last//last cry//last laugh/last kiss//one more time to say I love you//and maybe a last time to confess//a last time to pray for forgiveness and hope//a time to battle against a prayer for someone wishes you were someone else's problem//you bore another's name faceless//nameless in the dark//someone to be forgotten about while memorials and candle sticks spark//a lonely sound of shot in the dark//so loud but muffled through cuffed ears//
Then once again you tossed and turned though the night and glanced at the silhouette of a bird against your window//thank god he wasn't mine//no connection and out of mind//but as you glance out the window you can not ignore the sight// horns beeping and a mother loud screams marching to an unofficial grave sight//while family members try to control the anger inside//your conscience begins to reappear as you realized they prayed the same as you that night//a mother asked god to bring her son home//let it be another//let it not be mine//but in return you felt to stay quiet for what you seen that night when you could not sleep was something inhumane and violent//the faces now you cannot escape for birds were not the only witnesses//but unlike you they fly free//for now you toss and turn nightly//you can no longer witness a shot blindly.
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