• I walk out in the rain.
    The drops on my face.
    The blood streaming down.
    The great murder case.
    I see how she feels,
    Lying on the ground.
    So many shots,
    Fired by rounds.
    The drugs and the cuts,
    The bad things he said.
    Before he raped her,
    And left her for dead.
    If you saw her children,
    what would you say?
    Nothing, you would hand them her dog tags,
    and her beret.
    Those children are scared,
    All because of one man.
    Who for some unknown reason,
    Killed their mother with his bare hands.