My last regret is not saying goodbye,
Not saying how much they are loved.
I left them behind,
Escaped to my home up above.
When the bullet pierced my skin,
Blood started to spill.
I was caught up in a living sin,
My loved ones had to pay a price worse than any bill.
The bombs started going off, and the guns started to pop,
Children screaming all around,
I just wanted it to stop.
Then eerie silence fills the room and no one hears a sound.
It kills me to know that my last regret,
Is the love I was never able to tell.
To my family and friends who will never forget,
As I said my final farewell.