Man That Pulls The Trigger

He holds a gun in his hand waiting for a cue.
But he is feeling guilty, not sure he wants to.
For his love for her is so outstandingly great.
That he wishes with all his life that it wasn't to late.

But he will go through with it, so she'll be where she's supposed to be.
In the end of it all she will be the one who is eternally happy.
He is so true to her, he will put himself into hell.
For this is one confession that he's sworn not to tell.

Slowly he raises the gun so that it is perfectly straight.
Should this truly happen, he alone holds her fate.
He looks upon her face, no tears fall from her eyes.
She's been waiting for this ending, the end of all the tries.

As sweat rolls down his face, and slowly hits the ground.
The room is perfectly still, so unbarring that theres no sound.
This is the moment, and the time of the choice.
As he hears the countdown, from her calm and soothing voice.

Three...Two...One, there is only a single sound.
The echo of the cold gun hitting the concrete ground.
He runs to her, and holds her body tight.
She folds into his arms, she finds no need for a fight.

Soon they pack up all their things, and pull out of the drive.
Now they look back on this day and recognize it,
as the day they survived. -