Life and Guns

You can carry, conceal, load it or shoot
But brave it doesn’t make you
You can yell about the 2nd amendment rights
Donate to the NRA…..and be in cahoots
But it’s nothing like the truth to make it true
A gun in the wrong hands is nothing but a killer
A killer of hopes, dreams, a childhood
It like crushing life between two pillars
And after it’s all said and done then it’s too late
What happens to could
Yes we could have stood up but it wasn’t on our plate
Yes we could have signed a petition
We could have marched
But because our friends say owning guns are a tradition
We block the memory of Sandy Hook,
Columbine,
Jonesboro,
Aurora,
Virginia Tech,
Tucson,
And the list goes on and on, must I
When I think about the loss my soul can’t help but cry
Because owning a gun means more to some than a life
Through my tears and heartache I can’t phantom why
Because a life is so precious and we only get one
Still, the shootings and killing have become rife
Like bricks falling by the ton
So are the tears of brokenhearted
Yes you can carry, conceal, load or shoot
But brave it doesn’t make you
Saving lives is how the healing gets started
It’s nothing like the truth to make it true
A gun in the wrong hand is nothing but a killer
A killer of hopes and dreams
And life is too short to be lived like the pages of a thriller
Speak, speak loud
Stand, stand like a tree planted by the water
Be not afraid to stand outside of the crowd
For life, for gun control
For peace, within our souls.