SOUNDS OF AN EMPTY GUN

Despair, red curtains fall
Flashing blue lights on the walls
Disharmonic orchestra of sirens
Hitting, breaking, raping the silence
A girl was crying on her knees
Mad at god with her screams
He was just nineteen, shining eyes
Cold hands took him before his time

Seconds, not even a minute
I’d got no time to realize
Nineteen years old, only son
A bullet was a present for a short life
Five years and still so fresh
So clear, I cannot forget
He was just nineteen, only son
Have you ever heard the sound of an empty gun?