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written for the whispers of the soul contest |
| 95 words bad news prompt without regret prompt no regret When the day turned Gray By: Johnny Bubba I’ll never forget when they told me bad news It was enough to give me the blues Tears filled my swollen eyes And the news I did despise He was taken far too young He was shot by an automatic gun This boy of thirteen Think of the life he’s never seen In the coffin where he lay On this very darkened day I reach down and kiss his cheek I recall him, he was always meek Sweet and kind It blows my mind To think he has gone away Into Heaven, where he’ll stay. His sister places a bear on his grave His mother cries, why couldn't she save He lived his life without regret and he, no one, will ever forget. |