This Gun

We went to steal from a house that night,
Where the father put up a good fight,
There he lay, on the floor,
Unable to do anything more,
I stood in front of a mother and her child,
I felt my heart running wild,
I lifted my gun towards the little one,
A little afraid of what might be done,
I know that I couldn't kill innocent people,
So I turned the tides on the wrong ones,
When I did the right thing,
It felt like my heart left the fighting ring,
That's when I wanted to do the better thing,
And go to turn myself in.