What One Bullet Can Do
by Michael

It's funny,
What one bullet can do,
Taking away peace...
As it stunned me.
Watching time run out for you
And taking from me, my peace.

Replacing peace with strife,
Removing what had been bliss.
What's left is a gaping hole.
It should have been my life, not your life.
What was happiness is now emptiness.
There is only shadow, where once I had a soul.

It's tragic,
What one bullet can do - 
Taking my peace.
Losing you is more than tragic.
Losing all the dreams we had for you.
My prayers don't bring me peace.

You were born for more.
I loved to talk about your dreams.
I lived for making these come true.
Like a mighty eagle, you'd soar...
Or blow bubbles in childlike scenes.
Nearly all of my world revolved around you.

The shooter was a man with an issue,
A troubled soul without much of a clue.
A hurt person decided to hurt children that day.
His/her/his issues had nothing to do with you.
The pain had ate away all the good they might do.
Shots fired to kill would not drive their demons away.

I heard your last prayer as you laid down to sleep.
We talked about your dreams for your tomorrow.
The sin they have committed is worse than any crime.
I can only pray, the Lord your soul to keep.
All I have left is a heart full of sorrow.
Some monsters come in the daytime. 

(c) August 28, 2025   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved