Put down thy guns, and aim the heart.
Send out rays I now do.
To advise you ditch the gun,
and feel sweet love so true.

I wish the guns were not around.
They make an awful sound.
Better cradle inside love,
it helps mankind to ground.

To ground with love harbors blessings.
They echo far and strong.
Ditch the guns I do declare,
with love one can’t do wrong.

StarBG © 2017