Red crimson snow

Little boy Johnny, middle name Moe, was walking through a field full of crimson snow.
With a knife in his hand and a gun in his pocket saying to himself "I just got to stop it".
He walked in a creek that was about knee high, pulls out a gun and says goodbye.
With the knife in his hand he slits his wrists while watching his life fade away in the mist.
His mom comes a running and says "Johnny no, I won't let you do this, I won't let you go".
Johnny turns and says "please don't grieve over me, don't cry one tear because you just don't see".
Then with a cock of the gun and a pull of the trigger he fell to his knees in red water so bitter.
Flowing so bright the red water went around and around where his mother once spent.
In a field that was full of red crimson snow, where the wind finally blew and where the red water flows.