Mother is alone.A way to die,The man who cries,for his son is dead,shot down by the creek bed.Mother holds a rifle,her sweet bloody riddle,repetition of the pain,rain swept away the blame.All men in suits,jury will decide,the bars of hell are open,his suicide pill is broken.Ten buildings collapse,heaven's mishap,jesus was a cure,for love is pure.Mother lies at the creek bed,to the police men to the left,her right wing is broken, her left is gone.