SOUL LOST
I saw a soul taken away
By thirteen bullets one day in May
He was nineteen, he was my kin
It changed my life, so I begin
One journey for a justice sake
To find out why it's hard to take
Through tearful sighs and endless cries
I chose a path to be my call
Of a career in forsenic law
To right the wrong of victims woes
From that lost soul not long ago
That in my memory it stays so clear
I lost my uncle so very dear.
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