To the moral of the story, I can be your trickster
You can be my missy, I can be your mister,
Let me be the twister, be the wind all around me,
surrounding, raging a storm and astounding,
A maelstrom of air compounding, breeze by breeze,
leaves on trees, you can dance on me,
and we, can see, our future so clearly, vividly,
creating a 'you and me' into 'we'.
thus, simply, living contently.

So free, together we can be. you and me, whenever, we can make some memories. I can be your king and you could be my queen, forever, and ever in a dream, so be my everything, and I swear ill do the same. We'll be in harmony, so together we'll remain.

A body filled with lead and dread,
Encased in metal shreds,
And though it looks so small and harmless, one will leave you dead.
No, it has no voice or tongue but you can hear its words.
Universally renowned, known throughout the world.
Worse, it's worn in wars, but wanes whenever peace is wanted.
Can take the biggest coward and
make him feel undaunted.
A bullet is no joke,
If you got some, its beyond dumb.
It's sad to say that bullets are cheaper than packs of condoms.
Before you spray some bullets,
Spit out words instead.
Yea, both can be hurtful,
But a bullet wants you dead.