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I am a gun
By Thomas Miller
I am a gun, I point to your head,
You have the trigger, do it now, it’s said.
Do it now, and then, and then,
The pain will leave, not to mend.
The broken heart, I can't despair,
Maybe you will die, maybe you won’t care.
I am a gun, I don’t have a want,
But a will to kill, an echoing taunt.
You should have taken the dang pill,
Swallowed the sorrow, numbed the chill.
In my cold metal, a choice resides,
In your trembling hands, fate decides.
Do it now, in the shadowed night,
End the suffering, end the fight.
I am a gun, silent and still,
You have the trigger, you have the will.
But in the darkness, seek the light,
In the deepest pain, hold on tight.
For I am a gun, but you are more,
A soul that battles, a heart that soars.
So drop the pill, drop the gun,
Embrace the dawn, embrace the sun.
In the shattered pieces, find your strength,
For life’s a journey, of unknown length.
I am a gun, I hold no grace,
But you, dear soul, can find your place.