Through frozen fields we walked along Entering the woods before dawn Waiting for the sun to thaw the land Just fourteen trying to be a man In a restless voice, I spoke as a child Cold and tired When the sunrise broke, I stood by your side Weary eyed With a gun in my hand A secret I keep to myself Is that I had no taste for the kill Oh but I loved to be at his side Alone in the woods, my father and I In a restless voice, I spoke as a child Cold and tired When the sunrise broke, I stood by your side Weary eyed With a gun in my hand I saw him standing on the hill A twelve point buck beautiful and still I clapped my hands to scare him away When I saw my father taking aim Then a shot rang out, my ears went numb, and my heart beat wild I could see him fall, his panic and pain, as I ran to his side He was clinging to life, as I stroked my hand on his blood soaked attire In a restless voice, Saint Peter, I cried, dont let him die With a gun in my handYou might also like
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