The normal smile in his eyes
Has turned to pale gray

He sits in the corner
And there he will stay

The lights are turned off
The only noise that he hears

Is his sister, singing along to her radio

He locks the door
And feels for the gun

He hopes she won’t hear it

The cold metal to his temple
He starts to cry

He’ll miss them so much
But he just wants to die

He wishes everything could be okay again
As he shoots up a prayer

With the gun to his head
He pulls the trigger

But no noise is heard
No bullet enters

There’s something standing above him
As he lays on the floor

He thinks he’s an angel
And he’s almost right

His sister is there
With a cross in her hand

There’s something beside her
The source of the light

I guess He just couldn’t let his son die