Bullet, I need your help!
I beg you, miss your target
We have lost our ability to love
You ‘miss’ and teach us now and how!
Hit the wall by my side
And let my heart beat, for some more time.
I have promised my son
I’ll be there for the school play in the evening
And that’s where I so want to be.
But, I need your help in making it happen.
If you hit your mark,
I’ll fall here, where I had only come to pray.
One more body to clean
yet another number flashing on the screen.
A topic of another debate
A condolence remark
And some mail forwards.
My son will still be on stage
A tear hidden, he will play the part
in the audience somewhere
is but one empty chair.
Bullet, whether your shooter likes it or not,
The show must go on…
I know you have a job to do
A target to hit and a place to be
All I ask is, do a sloppy job.
The man behind the trigger can no longer think
He won’t even notice
So ashamed are you of him,
You chose to miss me
and hide your face in the wall instead.
You will still have your freedom
from the gun and me one more chance
to spread the love.
Heart beating still alive,
I might be able to change the man, save the race.
But I need that one chance!
To bring love back into the heart
where only hate remains.
For when I do,
It all started with you.