I shielded my face from the sun
Too afraid to run
I stood there in shame, hiding from truth
Disrespecting His name
I stood there in shame, and held my hands to my face
Covering up tears with my blood soaked hands.
My hate and indiscretion showed that day
As the young man lay
The man that took my brothers life
The man who has a wife,
A son and a daughter.
I washed away this mans sins with his blood
Rather than with Holy Water.
I hide my face with guilt and shame.
For a man who was drunk took my brother's life.
A man who had two children,
And a loving wife.
She rushed to his side,
Asking me WHY?
As she held him in her hands,
She sat there and cried.
Unable to speak,
She slapped me with her hand.
Leaving an angry, red hand print
to remind me of my hate.
She cried to me,
"You've killed the wrong man!"
What have I done?!
What have I done to this man I didn't know?
I took his life
For I thought he was the one who took my brother's soul?
I knelt there with gun in hand
Too guilty to run,
I held it to my head
Not one man lay,
But two lay dead.