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It's gonna have to end, soon,
Being strewn about
Plummeted on walls
Sprayed like hands on faces on brickyward walls,
One hand to a face, please but
Don't touch anyone twice-
Back to the days when
Words can't express the sorrow we all feel at this moment.
All it meant was getting pegged in the ass
To be taken so young, so full of promise,
With a blue rubber ball, or just
Robbed of the full allotment of time,
Touch the wall for safety,
The deserved lifetime
Safe, touch the wall,
Gone, and so very young.
Safe, holler it-
Ashes are ashes, and dust is dust,
-it means nothing,
But if it's all the same to you
Wait for the next game,
We'd like our child back.
Safe, go home.