look at you you think you own everything because you hold a gun you think your helping the world because you hold a gun. you think your the big man because you hold a gun. That gun..whats so special about it? all it is bringing is pain and suffering in a world where children cry for their mothers at the age of 5 and runaway at 15. in a world where addictions are common in every state city country possible. its not exactly safe to just walk down a street at night or play hide-n-seek in an alley. All that gun is doing is holding the war longer, killing another innocent, shattering another lovers dream. When you hold that gun and shoot someone down do you feel power? do you feel love? if so where? In th trigger? in the bullet? Do you carve your name in the bullets so the last thing they see is the name of a man who just counts them down as they go? put down your gun for a minuet and see. Look at the world watch the terrorized streets become filled with happiness watch the burned Fields bloom flowers. allow the dreamers to dream and the lovers to love for it is their destiny to live this way. Watch the black sky turn bright blue, look at all this.....let it soak in and realize everything happy you see in your mind you are guilty for destroying
