Guns and Death

One pull of the trigger.
One life gone
Gone as fast as asnap of your finger
Dead as quick as a lightening bolt in the sky
Still as the wind on a calm cool day.
Tears shed as if it were raining
Gray clouds hover around filled with sorrow
Flowers come, seems as fast as they grow
Nothing should of happened
No one should of gone
The gun should not have gone off
But they thought they were having fun.