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Guns and Flowers
Now. We wonder which is more powerful than the other,
as each brings it own pain and both are hurtful we have discover,
A gun can hurt, maine even kil,
a flower can bring a tear or a thrill.
A bullet can travel so far, so fast,
a flower can be beautiful, can bring a trip to the past.
A gun laying on the floor,
taking someone close to death's door
A gun aimed at someone,
don't always get the job done.
A dozen roses laid in someone's hand,
doesn't make someone's death easy to understand.
Give a dozen roses,
as with a fake smile you pose.
Tears will not always fall,
As on God we call.
Though each moment you try to be brave,
From each time river you try someone to save,
You know it is and will always be true,
The power in either a gun or a flower is in me or you.
@copyright2022georgeplattallrigh8tsreserved
as each brings it own pain and both are hurtful we have discover,
A gun can hurt, maine even kil,
a flower can bring a tear or a thrill.
A bullet can travel so far, so fast,
a flower can be beautiful, can bring a trip to the past.
A gun laying on the floor,
taking someone close to death's door
A gun aimed at someone,
don't always get the job done.
A dozen roses laid in someone's hand,
doesn't make someone's death easy to understand.
Give a dozen roses,
as with a fake smile you pose.
Tears will not always fall,
As on God we call.
Though each moment you try to be brave,
From each time river you try someone to save,
You know it is and will always be true,
The power in either a gun or a flower is in me or you.
@copyright2022georgeplattallrigh8tsreserved
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Guns and Flowers
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