Second shot, It’s even worse, Body’s stopped, Mind stunned, Absolutely numb, Drowned in my own Flood of blood, The flesh’s gone But the will’s not dead, I kneel on my knees, Gentle breeze flowing Pass the body wound, Soothing calm, Sense of loss, A tall figure approached me, dad’s stretching out his hand, I try hard, But fail to bridge the air gap, he smiled at me, words flew from his mouth, like water from springs, ‘Son! You’ve made us proud’ It was a dream, didn’t like it, Out here is nightmare, but it’s lovely, time for confession, ‘Sorry dad’ ‘Could never be the Son You wanted’