GUN

What I have in my hand Does what I say What I have in my hand I’ve had for more than one day I’ve held it close Yet never afraid I’ve held it close So it stayed Close to my heart Where I always pray That I don’t lose its sight Any day It keeps me happy That I don’t have to use it It gets me sad When I see others abuse it He told me I made him proud That one day I could be Just like him and receive A present From him to me To show his love Of the family He gave me His father’s heart From son to son It’s his father’s heart In the form of a gun

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