There stood a boy, when the shot was fired
A shock that jarred the world
Gave way, a body of proof
Gave way, a body to truth
Just a child, wanting to skip and sing
As light of morning stirred
Then the world shook a fist
Felling my boy, a boy becomes a list
A body lay dying, only remains is sorrow
Against a hard won fight
No justice, no justice, to show the way
He only wished to play
His body is wrapped, with the warmth of love
But deep within the earth he cries
Buried beneath the cold of clay
To hear no more, no more, the smiling laughter of day
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