Pull Out The Guns
shed tears with a background of laughter
we grunt with the dwell in the swelling
cutting life into another's heart
that dissapeared so long ago
a bold brain stales in naivety
and now you don't care for him
infidelity amongst friends
we grasp on that knife behind
and asked the same questions over again
to see less out of those eyes everytime
speaking in the same tongue
boring you with the care
this leash that you don't even carry
you lost your respect
you forgot your dreams
that spoke faithful words that you carried a mind
where will you be on that verge?
will you care for him then?
when that gun runs cold in his mouth
will you care for him then?
that blast carries the shockwave and the land of pavement
will you care for him then?
that tragedy that we all once knew
with the headlines that befell like that body
will you cry for him then?
when he's gone?

Mike McVeigh
1-30-03
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