Leave the Gun in the Drawer
I sit here, locked away,
Behind these cold, unyielding bars,
Dreaming of the simple days,
When freedom wasn’t so far.
A walk in the park at dusk,
The taste of rain upon my skin,
The laughter of children in the sun,
All the things that might have been.
A cup of coffee at dawn,
The warmth of a lover’s hand,
The smell of earth after a storm,
These, I can’t understand.
No birthdays shared with family,
No holidays filled with cheer,
Just the ticking of time’s cruel clock,
And the weight of endless years.
Oh, how I wish I could turn back time,
To the day I made that fateful choice,
To leave the gun there in the drawer,
To listen to that small, still voice.
If only I had walked away,
Left anger behind and shut the door,
I’d be out there, living life,
Not trapped in regret forevermore.
So if you’re there, standing on the edge,
With a gun resting in your hand,
Think of all you have to lose,
All the things you can’t withstand.
Leave the gun in the drawer, my friend,
Choose a path where love is found,
For once you cross that line, you see,
There’s no way to turn around.
I’m living proof, I’m locked away,
A life wasted, full of sorrow,
But you, you still have a chance,
To find hope in a brighter tomorrow.
