| He Was Only Sixteen |
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| The day that he met you he tried to forget |
| What you took from him, his whole life he’d regret |
| He trembled around his loved ones, couldn’t know |
| Would they look at him like a sick cirus show |
| Would they laugh like the one who bestowed his pain? |
| The devil would surely and poisoned his brain |
| The gun from his father they’d never have seen |
| Poor mama, your boy lost his life at sixteen |
