As he lies awake at night he wonders about the future
Wishing he could somehow have a glimpse of tomorrow

The boy beside him is soundly asleep without a care
But this boy can’t sleep because of the nightmares of sorrow

Unlike the other six boys in the room he hasn’t been here long
He once had a great big backyard in which he loved to roam

He stills remembers his dog max and how they used to play
What did I do to get put in here…This place is not my home

This is what he thought as he stared up at that dark ceiling
I don’t belong here he said to himself over and over again

I once was loved and cared for by so many people…in fact
I do believe if I remember correctly I had a hundred friends

Had…this was the word that the young boy began to focus on
It used to be nothing more than a word that represented the past

Now it was so much more than that, he begin to realize this
From this day forward that word would remind him of a gun blast

NO…don’t think about that right now he began to tell his mind
Go somewhere else…anywhere else…I’m not ready for this yet

But it was much too late he was already beginning to see the visions
Visions of a violent crime that he would never in his life forget

He could still hear the anger in the voice of the robber as he said
Don’t move…give me all the money…the scene continued to play

I’m not playing…Give me everything…and be quick about it
Move it!!!…I will hurt you guys…if you don’t do what I say

Ok…Ok… his fathers voice echoed in his very weary mind
I will do what you say…and give you the money…just put the gun down

The boy then heard the sound of police sirens as the memory progressed
He began to cry uncontrollably as he repeatedly heard the awful sound

Over and Over again he heard the blast of the gun that the robber held
Over and Over again he heard the screams of his parents as they died

Then he could see the vision of the robber running away from the bodies
And he could see the vision of himself as he sat next to them and cried

Three shots were fired that night right before the masked figure ran away
Three shots were fired that night because some guy was greedy and pissed

He thought to himself…those first two shots have made me an orphan
Then he cried…GOD…Why was that third shot the one that he missed….

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