I’ve been watching this house for weeks and weeks.
I don’t like to pick on the meek.
If I don’t get my drugs; I’m afraid I will die.
At this point I won’t lie.
I went into the house; thinking I was alone.
I didn’t realize the children were home.
The house; it was dark, not a light in sight.
To keep my nerve was a struggle, a fight.
I went through a window on the first floor.
It’s always a risk to go through the door.
My blood is pumping, my heart beating fast, I’m sweating like crazy.
The first things I see are books on a wall, family pictures and flowers
I move toward the hall.
My mind is racing, I can’t think straight.
Somehow I know; what will be my fate.
I go to the bedrooms, start going through drawers.
I rifle the closets, tip over the beds.
Can’t get the cob webs out of my head.
The world starts spinning, I hear a noise.
I pulled my gun. When I should have run
Across the tile; I hear the slap of bare feet.
Me and my victim are about to meet.
The gun; it explodes in the palm of my hand.
Time slows down like a glass full of sand.
I can’t believe what I have done
I’ve just killed a working man’s son.
I stood in that room, my knees feeling weak.
Forgiveness from God is all I seek.
What I have done; I can never take back.
A sense of remorse is not what I lack.
I want people to know as I sit on Death Row.
I’m sorry for what I did.
I know it don’t help that man and his wife.
They had a son and I took his life.
I’ll go to the gallows; knowing that’s true
But if God will forgive; I hope they will too.