Fighting

by kayla   Dec 22, 2004


When i heard about the fight
I tired to end it.
But no one would listen to the peace maker.
And one would die
Everyone just did what they said

the boys were just trying
trying to end old business
not knowing one would die
five against two was the way it would be
at this time of misery

no cure was meant to be
so god told you " come with me"
as he took his hand to lead the way
up to a place that was better anyway.

this is a true story about my friend who got into a fight with other guys and one of his friends died.

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