I see you laying there,
blood flowing from your side,
the slowing of your breath,
the pain you're trying to hide,
you were caught up in a gang,
the plan had gone all wrong,
you were only seventeen,
in a place you didn't belong,
I had dialed 911,
and sat there anxiously,
and watched the life drain from your eyes,
and heard your final plea,
Tell my mother that I'm sorry,
for all those times i lied,
and that I said I loved her,
just before I died!