I remember what I did
When I was so foolish
At this same place where I stand
I remember the sharp stones in my hand
And the hen that stood nearby
Innocent and harmless
I guess it I'd misidentified
I chased it with stones
It ran and flapped
But the stones were like flying arrows
I did this until it finally gave up
And hid under a rock
I heard it cry and called
I knew it was hurt somehow
Now I'm sorry and forgive me Lord
By tryna take away a life
That also had rights
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