Think about it
I know what that bead of moisture that crawls down your cheek is forIt’s a heavy oneBecause within it stands fear, anger, distress and so much moreYou’ve held out your arm to deliver justice But listen my son. One day you will trust us.Do not begin to think with your weaponDelivering aggression wrapped in depression submerged in deception Don’t let your excruciating pain be let out in bulletsIgnore that fibber Urging to pull the trigger No, it doesn’t bring forth satisfaction But only the staggering silhouette of guilt that haunts The merciful cry of the victim that taunts Is that what you really want Think about it