The Missing Piece(Not A Death Wish)

Whispers behind a smoking gun
If you listen close, you'll hear them run
They aren't scared, they just don't know what to do
Just breathe, once, twice, GO

A passing glance means nothing to a daughter
But the son knows where she finds her father
You can't see it unless you listen close
To the voices that fade, she's just a ghost

She looks alive, she smells like summer air
You can watch the sun write stories in her hair
But in her chest beats an empty, hallow scream
With a bullet and a thought, she counts
One
Two
Three