Mercy

For every time the muzzle barks, I feel the sting as well.

And though a part inside me dies, to you I’ll never tell.

I’ll take the pain and suffering, and bear it on my chest;

So you will never feel the pain when you lay down to rest.

I wonder how they’ll see me, when they lay me down;

A friend, a foe, a criminal, or just some naïve clown.

I don’t regret the burden bore, although it haunts my head;

For if it was not me to hurt, it would be you instead.

So when my time has finally come, please grant me one request;

Hand to me the pistol, so I may finally rest.

Don’t mourn, don’t weep; no tears, my dear. My choice I don’t regret.

I do my best to take your pain, so please, my dear, don’t fret.

Just live your life, let me go, and know I’ve done my part.

I wouldn’t change a single moment shielding your heart.