the gun
oh why this gun
it lays on the floor
and day to day i ask myself
what will ever become out of this gun
will someone die
will it be used for good and not evil
such a thing
something so small
when someone in the wroung picks
it up, who can do such horible things!
why do we have such things in our world ?
why do we have distructive things here?
why do we need them ?
why cant this world come to an agreement?
why such hate towards others ?
we are all the same !
even though we may have differences
in gods eyes we are all the same
why should we look on the outside
insted of the inside?
whats it matter what we wear what does it matter
whats on the outside , yet who really thinks this way ?
why not?
all these things run though my mind and all i think is why ?