KIdsWWwrite - July 2001 - Too Old To Live, Too Young To Die

He raised his eyes to Heaven's face
And prayed of peace, a sacred place.
Too old to live, too young to die
The clouds above had stopped to cry.

Nothing moved, no sound was made
The pain inside began to fade
Bombs and guns had shouted loud
But now, the hate no longer wowed.

On the mud-caked covered ground
A deadly bullet, his body found
His life would be misery
Eighteen years no longer glee.

There was no pain, there was no hurt
Only an angel in a blood-shed shirt
In the dark he had no fear
Just memories of those held dear.

As he took his one last breath
Images of life lead him to death
He told his final, silent goodbye
Too old to live, too young to die.

	Too Old To Live, Too Young To Die Shannon, Age 14, Vernon, BC