I was small and helpless
A child in every way
The day it came and took my life
The day I went away
I looked up and it was there
Pointing straight at me
I tried to run but caught instead
A bullet, wild and free
They laid me in a coffin
My mother wept aloud
No comfort found was there for her
Among the sobbing crowd
You claim that I'm important
That I matter in this place
If that is true, then why was I
A victim of disgrace?
I should have been allowed to grow
To wander safe and sound
But death did come too soon and now
A child lies in the ground
Who caused this heartache? You may ask
I blame society
You chose the gun, and now I'm gone
Who will the next child be?
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