The moments of my life

she's shouting, she's screaming
her knees fall to the floor 
I'm angry, I'm sad
I'm shaken to the core
I'm feeling..I'm in pain
I'm looking in her eyes
I'm dying
shes crying

I'm in her arms and shaking
my hearts slowing
whilst her hearts breaking
shes begging and pleading 
and praying up to God

I'm struggling 
each breath a huge effort
why me?
I don't want to die
why did I get shot?
as I recall that moment when I looked in my shooter's eyes
no remorse was seen 
no apology heard
just ran away like a coward after robbing of my future
the things that could have been 
he put me through this pain and threatened peoples lives,
why was I in this position when that criminal should be the one to die?
if God really exists then I have a question.
how do actions and consequences add up in his system?

I was never a saint but I'm a decent man
my father had died so I would help my mam with my siblings as much as I can
I gave to the poor
and I prayed regularly 
I tried hard at school and was angry rarely
I forgave I forgot when people did me wrong 
As I always thought revenge was immature wasn’t strong 
I tried and I tried to be a good person and tried to fit the bill
all for some armed thieves to try and steal peoples hard earned money from the till.
I never thought when I got dressed today that this would be the last trip I'd make to my job. 

a loud gunshot and then silence 
then pain
the men ran away
but I was left there 

my mother ran over and here we are, a mess on the floor
waiting for an ambulance but I don't have much hope
I don't want to die
I'm trying not to die
but it's getting so painful and tiring to even try
I wanna scream I wanna cry 
but in the end, I look up towards mother and say "goodbye"
everyone says you see "a light" 
but my mothers sobbing face was all that was in sight 
and now I had to leave just like my father had
I hate that I'm doing this to her
17 years old I have so much to offer 
but instead, I have to suffer
such a cruel predicament...
she who heard my first words was now hearing my last
and the arms which first held me are the ones in which I will die.