Guns

A shot cries out in the middle of the night before the scream of death awakes all who lay asleep

A silent night turns into chaos as another lays silence faced as one who has simply fall'n asleep

A mother or brother or friend or foe is shaken awake by the show of lights and sirens

A knock at the door brings tears to her eyes as she finds out the man she had loved has died

A man walking alone has much to fear if he is light or dark or in between

Cause a few streets over all the bullets ring out, 

A man has died

A child stays frozen, tears in her eyes

A father has died

And a man cries out 

"If only our guns had died! 

Our children wouldn't have to run from a fight

Our parents wouldn't have to fear if we're alright

If only our people would stand and fight

Fight for the right to bring guns from the fight

Our people would be okay with pain

Of hitting

Or stabbing

Or saying some names

But the worst pain in the world comes from what

A gun

A weapon

A bullet has done

If only for a day

A month

A year

Our guns would disappear from here

We would all sleep at night and not have to fear

If someone we loved was still near."