The day has come
to sell my gun,
but before it’s done,
I’ll get another one,
because the minds of men
are dark again
and their hearts are cold,
that’s just how they roll.
The winter still comes
and the wind still blows
across this barren land
that no one understands.
Used to be
you could feel safe on the plains,
at home in the hills,
only feel the rain,
but never knew fear
like they do these days;
afraid of the gun,
and the sky,
and the Sun.
The world won’t stop
’til the world is done.
Fear is meant
to control men,
and then
the king enslaves them.
That’s why
the only thing that saves ’em
is what’s Most High.
Eye to the sky,
blue,
or some other hue,
never pass by.
When you’re free
you face fear all the time.
Don’t get caught in the lie.
It ain’t a fair trade,
no money worth a life;
give worth to your sacrifice.
The force is not in the gun,
but in the heart of the man
that wields it.
These days it’s harder to feel it,
until you’re out in the world,
under the stars,
away from the cars,
with no bars.
Just you and the land
and a whole world,
no fear,
sky so clear.
Gun in my hand,
because the world is dangerous,
but I’m not afraid of it.
It’s where I come from.
This dirt,
this air,
those stars.
Never fear existence,
put distance
between you
and the roar
of the crowds,
and the screens,
and the memes.
All this was here long before
and it’ll be around long after
it’s all ashes to ashes
and even those stars will die,
but while we’re here
we can fight to stay alive.
That’s what the gun is for;
to survive.
To stay alive.
Live without fear
out here
on a clear night,
counting the stars.
It is who we are.
HG – 2019
Great post 😁
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.