a gun

Hear your here now

Come together

See how these ill fated dreams

Run from a gun 

And we're all in decline

Do you feel so inclined?

To give me back my jewelry 

Do you feel surprised?

I have my dignity

And a gun

I'll throw it away

And bury it in sand

When you go away 

Wood block

And puzzle pieces

Now I'm trouble 

Till this day 

My thoughts on a gun