Killing Is No Answer

Let the bud blossom into a flower. See it, love it, and destroy it not Even if you think Your own childhood was ruined And when you were a bud You were trampled on. Today's child didn't shape your past They didn't have a hand in your ruin. The ones that took away it Are long gone into retreat And the ones before you, The flowering innocence, Give them a chance Love them even if you were denied it. Your gun can't rebuild your life It has no answer to your problem So instead of its nozzle blazing Give the child a chance Give yourself a chance To blossom and build from the ruin.