As I watch the blood fall onto the floor, 
I see a sight I have not seen before.
As I watch the man standing in the sun, 
I realize he is holding a gun.
I think this is probably the end, 
And I hope you will understand.
I know this is my fate, 
Now heaven please open your gate.
He does not wait to seal my fate, 
I know now that it’s too late.
I hear the shot ring through the hall, 
I feel no pain as I start to fall.
I know now that this is the end, 
And I hope you will understand.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem