How would history remember me
If I did those things you did would
The headlines state quite clearly
That maybe I was abused as a kid
Or could it be that red I did see in
Those seconds before would my
Name be synonymise with madness
Every more as I lost control and
With hatred did gnarl and moral
Those about me in some desperate
Plea to be left alone would I be viewed
As a wonderer in search of that which
We call home but was kept from me
Governmental interference is all I did
See as I trod this worn out path maybe
I would have made it had I been blind to
To lasting meaning of it all for this is the
Direction where none stand tall for they
Are cut down in their youth that desire
That expression that search for truth
Used to bring them down