I never meant to kill that boy.
It was an accident, please
Believe me.
But they were killing him,
And I never that they would hurt me next.
There sure is a lot of blood in people.
I couldn't let them kill him
Or hurt me again.
Al I could think of at the time,
Was our last run-in, four months ago.
I'm used to pain,
But they still made me cry.
My friends, they all were worried.
I hate that they were worried.
But I knew we'd get those Socs back someday.
Then at the park,
And later, at the church,
I wished that could just go back in time.
But now I'm not afraid to die.
Like the men riding on their horses,
Into their final resting place,
They're gallant. And those kids are safe,
And now I know what it means
To be gold.
Even if it never stays,
The memories will still remain.
Fighting's useless, and I now I'm not afraid...
...To die.