Bloody Sunday

Movin On

How'd that gun feel in your arms,
hammer flying, spraying alarm.
Metal blazing, magazine empty,
Shoulders stinging, fingers tingling.
Shooting on, shooting more,
ears are ringing forever.
Sending souls up above,
Sending bodies, local morgue.
Bloody hell, spilled about,
no reason, not a doubt.
Shedding blood, spreading guilt,
grieving families, saddened souls.
Metal's touch on all things unfoul,
new life starts, old life gone,
Death's clutch, death's retrieve.