One day late last summer
To a stream of sirens I awoke
I remember hoping everyone was ok
But putting it off as though a joke

The Saturday went slowly on
Murmers of murder spread around
So close I was to thoes involved
Buy none of them made a sound

Late that night as I came home
I sat down and I was informed
By a mother so engulfed in rage
That again we must begin to mourn

A wife and a mother were shot that day
By a husband and son with no remorse
Two children witness to such display
She saw the dead and bloody corpse

Of her mother killed by her father
She screemed and took her brothers hand
They ran into the darkness to come
Away from her father that evil man

As I found out I cried in rage
Screeming out for her in pain
Their mother gone and grandmother too
My hate was putting me insane

Sunday morning came with a peace
I went to see them eyes still red
Hugged them tight and remembered a woman
Who leaves two children but now is dead

His children were the real victims here
Scarred for life by their father's sin
All their lives they will remember
This summer town they used to live in

Painful memories haunt us all
He'll be duly punished for what he did
But no punishment could resolve the anger
That we hold inside with hate for him.
 
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