posted on Jul, 7 2009 @ 05:47 PM
I didn't mean to kill the kid.
Well, I did,
but I didn't know she was a kid.
She was firing, I was ducking
it cuts right thru
to the heart of me.
....... and later, I saw her little
ninety-pound frame,
laying in the mud, turned backward
no shame in it they say,
but they pull away
and won't meet my eyes.
It wears on me,
oh sure, I buried her,
marked with a stupid little cross
Surely she wasn't a Christian,
but what's a hick to do.
She screams in my dreams
I say, it wasn't my fault
But....... she doesn't believe
It cuts right through .....
to the heart of me.