untempered souls have become like bullets of steel
hard and cold with nothing to feel
tears they come that never dry in the sun
are wet with anger with nowhere to run
only to find the comfort of a gun
soulful cries are heard by noone
POW! POW! POW!
shouts the anger inside
BANG! BANG! BANG!
screems the love that's denied
RAT A TAT TAT!
squeals the sadness within
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
now the maddness begins
into a heart that's left alone unattended
a hollow soul that's left unbefriended
so hate is all that's left to comfort the mind
hate is blind now so is the mind
with no direction into darkness they run
tears from a gun is what hate becomes
soulful cries should have dried in the sun