Foiled .357 attempt
By the bank,Where I stand.No more hope,Take the dope.No more regrets,I'm not sad.I desired this,It's my bliss.But I am so despaired,Cuz' no one actually cared.So what's the big deal,When one's outta the field?But I am a solitary,Cuz' love is not mandatory?The end of the story,Tell my parents I'm sorry.But at a distance I sighted you,You came and told me to cool.But who am I you must care,I'm one in 6 billion out there!You pleaded me and told me hope,But I so stubborn for the dope.But why did I see you suddenly,Snatching the dope from me so violently?For you to sacrifice?For you to die?I stand in awe,You've done it all.You gave me company,I am never solitary.You looked from above.With unfanthomable love.You took them all,Without a fall.Who am I that you must care?There are 6 billion out there?No scribe can write.No pen can describe.
