| :Live with My Shame: |
| I have killed a beautiful creature, now I must live with my shame A pure golden pheasant soiled with a stain Such a hopless thing, so timid, so frail The look on its face, fruitless and pail Then there i came, storming with greed What act have I done? I'm such a bad seed I asked God, let me go from this pain He replied saying, this sin I will refrain After I pulled the trigger, it shot throught my heart like a nail Once again, my conscience has failed I looked in his eyes as his heart would bleed His obsolete body, it will now never need I have killed a beautiful creature, i must live with my shame |