Guns and roses...
Very few people know how they play,
hand in hand.
Guns tear apart so many familys.
It tore apart mine.
Playing wit guns, Oh,
dont worry its not loaded.
Life flash,
Ambulence lights flash.
My brother gone.
Now surrounded by angels.
But not to ever speak with us again.
He left this world without a goodbye.
He loved us so but,
Guns took him away.
Now we are at his funeral.
Surrounded by roses.
Skin cold as ice.
Asleep never to awake.
Face pale, not smiling.
Not like my brother.
His soul has left.
He is singing with the angels.
Though he cant carry a tune.
But if he were here for just one more day.
Maybe it wouldve been different.
But he resides now forever.
In our hearts and in the heavens above.

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