Shotdown Downtown

Seconds passed like hoursTime stood nearly stillAs he slowly crossed the dusty streetHis gun already loadedPrepared to seal his fateAny withdrawal would be too lateShotdown downtownShotdown downtownOnly one of the brave that wanted to save the worldOnly one of the poor to fit the graveAnd never come back for moreEntered the bar to pour his final drinkSweat ran down his weathered akin,Hands began to shiver courage disappearedClutched his belt to control his fearSeconds passed like hoursTime stood nearly stillAs he reeled across the empty streetSlowly hit the groundAll pain was somehow goneBlood ran down his tired limbs