I was shot At the hands of a friend And I fell down, To a deep dark end. I laid down for years... With more fears than the tears Contemplating the reasons For the sudden change in the seasons
While I bled, I stood up again. With the hope like Steel, That it can never be my friend. My closing eyes opened, To the face I held so dear. My heart still refusing, That he is the one near.
As I struggled to stand As my life left the land. Came the burning words, Even the mightiest bullets feared. 'Yes, it's me ', he said, And without the slightest strain He shot me again.
