A Scream In The Night
You captured me as
I lie in bed awake.
Praying to the Lord,
my soul to take.
I tried to scream,
but I was too scared.
You took me outside
in that cold winter's air.
You asked if I had
anything else to say,
Because you were about
to throw my life away.
As you held the gun
up to my head,
I knew that I was soon to be dead.
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