So cold, the rifle hard to hold
Death, always keeps you waiting
For now, I pen a verse
Love and hope, so strange
In the waiting game
I’ll kill you if I can
That’s the plan
Love and hope
It’s written in the stars
Reminds you who you are
But for now, it wasn’t to be
We move back
My rifle and me
Love and hope
It’s the least we can be.