I am Lee Strunk

I am the dirt in the missing leg
I wonder how long a season of autumn will last
I hear the gunshots being aimed at me
I see blood going down like a stream
I want my death to be memorial
I am the dirt in the missing leg

I pretend I don't care what happens to me
I feel sorrow for those whose have dropped down and down
I touch the knot that is burning my bones
I worry that I won't make it far
I cry tears of pain,but nothing comes out
I am the dirt in the missing leg

I understand that you live life once
I say"-don't kill me, don't; -they can sew it back on"-
I dream that I'll make it, and see my family again
I try not to feel the pain
I hope my blood doesn't run out
I am the dirt in the missing leg