My Sign, My Son

Staring down the barrel of a fully loaded gun

Contemplating my next move knowing this cannot be undone

Lord, tell me how did I ever get to this place

Reminiscing the past as the tears roll down my face

With sweaty hands, shaky legs, and a quivering upper lip

I drop to my knees as the bullet enters the chamber from the clip

God, please if you love me just show me a sign

‘Cause my finger is on the trigger and I’m counting down from nine

Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one

BOOM BOOM BOOM there’s a knock on the door

And it’s my five year old son