I hide and wondered what have I done.
Why did I strike then run?
I was there with you.
How I wish my hate was untrue.
You struck me to the ground.
Yet it was your body motionlessly found.
Why didn't I call for help?
I wish I would of just did a yelp.
For now on my hands I see red.
Because of me you lay dead.
My heart never again can be steady.
For my hands are now deadly.