Seeing a picture of a man holding a gun,
I see such a scary picture,
And inside with desperation I am yelling "NO!"
With so much fear,
That picture haunts me,
It's a picture representing so much,
I think to myself, "Why, why,
Why does this have to be,"
Oh I wish that child they once knew could save them,
'Cause they would think with their hearts and not their heads,
Maybe if they listened to their own children.
But no, it continues like a giant web,
So it turns into defense,
And so I pray for heaven.
I know it's the only outlet,
I pray for peace for families,
Because the death of one person, can mean the death of a family.
A brother of this race, did not see what it would do to a brother of a brother,
And now that one that has felt loss,
He weeps like a child,
Once again,
'Cause he loved unconditionally.
That is what I see when I see a picture of a man holding a gun.
©2004 Molly Nicole