• The blood stained hands hadn't felt the pain,
    of the evil shots that rang.
    In the streets my blood shall stay,
    knowing there no hell to pay.
    My only love had seen the shot.
    Saw me fall and begged me not,
    to fade away and slowly die.
    She had then started to cry.
    As I died within her arm
    I promised her no harm.
    I told her I would always be in her heart,
    as I was lifted into the cart.
    In my final feeling of bliss,
    I gave my love our final kiss.
    My heart then stopped its beat,
    my final words "I will wait for us to again meet".