War

Gun Shots,
Blood Stains.
There on the ground,
My best freind lays.
Tears start to run,
Fast down my cheek.
Why take him?
I'm the one that's weak.
As he lays on the ground,
Blood pours from his chest.
I musn't let him go,
This is just a big mess.
His voice stars to slur,
I can't understand.
His body turns ice-cold,
But I still hold his hand.
He wasn't just a friend,
He was so much more.
He was my daddy,
Who now lay dead on the floor.
No more gun shots,
Dried up blood.
My daddy has left,
Who I sincerely loved.
So the last tear falls,
But I don't make a sound.
I lay down, hugging him,
On the cold, wet ground.