Before A Hundred and One

Before my grandpa turned a hundred and one, he taught me how shoot a gun.
I made a promise to him that night; I’d only use my gun for right.
My dear old grandpa has now passed on, I am thankful for our very close bond.
Now I stand here in confusion and puzzlement, my family lies dead all here in the tent.
I feel so sorry for the S.O.B who has killed my family.
I have spent my total life to find the punk who killed my wife.
After years of heavy search I found this man near the church.
I beat the living mess out of him, and told of his life nearing the end.
I took out my gun and pressed it to his head, he stared back at me with fear and dread.
Amongst all the anger I couldn’t pull the trigger, because I thought of the promise I made that night.
I gave that man to the police, and went home in silent peace.
The death of my family has been avenged, and now I can sleep once again.
Now, every time I look at my gun, I remember that promise to I made to grandpa before he turned a hundred and one.