Bang!

Bang! Bang!
That's not my son,
His shirt was white, not blue
But those are his shoes...

Bang! Bang!
That's not my son,
His hair is dark blonde, not a light brown
But those are his hands...

Bang! Bang!
That's not my son,
He doesn't have a cut on his lip
But those are his bracelets...

Bang! Bang!
That's not my son,
He should be alive, not lying in front of me
But this is him...

Bang! Bang! 
That's not my son,
He should be home with me, not buried underneath
But this is him...

Bang! Bang!
This is not my son,
He should be graduating, he should be celebrating
But he is now in Heaven...

Bang! Bang!
Goodbye my son,
Sleep tight my Prince
Don't worry about bad man, don't be afraid of the dark
You'll never hear that sound...

Bang! Bang!