The day i died.. (second version)

In the quiet of the night, under the pale moonlight, A young boy falls, his future out of sight. The sound of a shot, the end drawing near, His breath grows shallow, his mind crystal clear. His life flashes by, in a bittersweet array, Moments of joy and sorrow, night and day. Memories unfold, like an old, cherished book, Every page turned, with just one last look. In his final moments, he sees it all, The laughter and the tears, the rise and the fall. With a heart full of love, and eyes full of dreams, His last thoughts drift away, on silent moonbeams. He sees his mother’s smile, warm and bright, His father's guiding hand, holding him tight. The friends he made, the games they played, The innocent days, before they began to fade. His first day of school, the fear and the pride, The thrill of adventure, the world open wide. The kindness of strangers, the warmth of a friend, In these fleeting moments, he finds his end. In his final moments, he sees it all, The laughter and the tears, the rise and the fall. With a heart full of love, and eyes full of dreams, His last thoughts drift away, on silent moonbeams. He feels the sun’s kiss, the rain's gentle touch, The stars in the sky, that meant so much. A life full of promise, now slipping away, But his spirit remains, in the light of the day. He remembers the love, the hugs and the cheers, The whispers of hope, that calmed all his fears. In the glow of his past, he finds sweet release, A life lived in moments, now finding peace. In his final moments, he sees it all, The laughter and the tears, the rise and the fall. With a heart full of love, and eyes full of dreams, His last thoughts drift away, on silent moonbeams. As the night turns to dawn, and his eyes gently close, His spirit ascends, like a delicate rose. In the memories he leaves, his light will remain, In the hearts of the living, he'll live once again.