Put your gun down, put your hands up, and come out slowly
Bring both hands together, point towards the blue sky, and do what you’ve always done.
Nothing more, nothing less, the only way out of this terrible mess.
You might listen, or watch, or think of their faces, that moment before they would die
But still it won’t stop, it’s out of your hands, it’s the job of those others, not yours.
You could pull out your hair and declare you are through, with the worry, the sadness,
the crime.
Come to think of it now, you can just carry on and pretend that you’re busy this time.
It’s better out here, no bodies declared, your sidewalks are free to just roam
Don’t know who they are, or were, just a life, not mine, they are safely at home.
Can’t make a difference, the problems too dense, and the guns too many out there.
Just little old me pretending to care, the odd day that I think it might change.
Okay to do nothing, keep telling myself, don’t know what to do, anyway.
Then I stopped my weird thinking and knew what to do the moment I saw that one face.
It was crying real tears for those strangers somewhere who would not see the light of new days.
It was staring at me, oh the sadness it said, my awkward old face in the mirror.
A part of it all, no matter how small, you will see, can not be denied.
Can’t help but expand, and nothing can stop it
Spread peace in small doses today, nothing big or elaborate, just never let go, love enough, and love often, and watch all the sadness just go.
Life will flourish, be cherished, be peaceful and kind,
But oh how that difference will grow.
Nothing more, nothing less, the only way out of this terrible mess.
You might listen, or watch, or think of their faces, that moment before they would die
But still it won’t stop, it’s out of your hands, it’s the job of those others, not yours.
You could pull out your hair and declare you are through, with the worry, the sadness,
the crime.
Come to think of it now, you can just carry on and pretend that you’re busy this time.
It’s better out here, no bodies declared, your sidewalks are free to just roam
Don’t know who they are, or were, just a life, not mine, they are safely at home.
Can’t make a difference, the problems too dense, and the guns too many out there.
Just little old me pretending to care, the odd day that I think it might change.
Okay to do nothing, keep telling myself, don’t know what to do, anyway.
Then I stopped my weird thinking and knew what to do the moment I saw that one face.
It was crying real tears for those strangers somewhere who would not see the light of new days.
It was staring at me, oh the sadness it said, my awkward old face in the mirror.
A part of it all, no matter how small, you will see, can not be denied.
Can’t help but expand, and nothing can stop it
Spread peace in small doses today, nothing big or elaborate, just never let go, love enough, and love often, and watch all the sadness just go.
Life will flourish, be cherished, be peaceful and kind,
But oh how that difference will grow.
