There is a river of blood,
Flowing in our streets.
Through our quiet town,
Disturbing its peace.

There are many guns,
Existing in this place.
They've been put here on this earth,
To destroy the human race.

There was just one child,
With possession of a gun,
But now he's not the only one.
Many kids hold guns,
Not knowing what they'll do.
Now we know the consequences:
They end up hurting more than one or two.

This infernal thing,
Is going to kill us all,
But only if we don't stand up tall.
Be rid of the guns, the blood, the grief.
For this way of life,
Is not what we were meant to teach.

Stand up for your beliefs;
What's right,
Not wrong.
This has been going on,
Far too long.