I placed my hand upon your shoulder
As you lay there bleeding out
Your breath was shallow your pulse was slowing
And I felt your warmth before it left.
It was hard to see you die
I heard the crash and crunch and screams
So young it seemed but here we are
I feel your spirit even now.
The shot seemed quiet in the night
But I have been desensitized
The world does not realize just what you were
And you did not complain.