Non-Special Sons

This one bullet,
Could end it all.
This one split second,
Could be my fall.
Loaded and ready,
I hear its call.
If trigger was pulled,
Stained, would be this wall.

The wall that borders,
Truth and lies.
Bricks built from,
Hypocryte's lives.
I stand before it,
Hearing the cries,
The unfortunate innocent,
Who 'had to' die.

The border stands strong,
Reinforced by my guilt.
But now here i stand,
With my hand to the hilt
Of this weapon i hold
Many's blood it has spilt,
And as i look back,
I see my innocence wilt.

I know i have wronged,
I have one regret.
Once I have remembered,
I've cried, how i wept.

But after all
Is said and done,
I aint special,
I aint 'the One',
I'm just like all
The other none's,
But now we stand-
Non-special sons.