One last time he spoke to his family

Before being gunned down brutally

What a waste of life It would be

Dying so young, hardly any life to see 

 

One last time he went to the pub with his friends

Hardly he knew the next day he will be gunned down 

His youthful body that shines so Brightly in the club

Will be drenched and soaked in his youthful blood 

 

One last time he went to his child's school 

Cheering him for his basketball match 

The son made this youthful Dad proud by losing, yet winning

They never thought tomorrow would be his turn, won but lost the life forever 

 

One last time he whispered sweet something in his lovers ears 

They were happy to hold his youthful body strong and sturdy 

Lots of fun, romance and love They displayed 

Never knowing these memories would haunt his lovers till their old age 

 

One last time he drank his favourite wine 

Sipping through the oldest and finest of all times 

Relaxing near the fireplace enjoying his favourite songs 

He was unaware that this song would be his last bleeding dance 

 

One last time the people saw him sway 

They knew him by his smile, eyes and his hair 

They had memorised his youthful flesh and hair by heart 

Before amidst the crowd They fired incessant shots