For us that live by the gun there is no salvation
besides could any consequence really be much worse
than a cowards death ... I think not
Entwined by hopes that know no bounds
We fight to keep alive our childhood hopes
In the brief pulse of our existence loyal to the blind belief
That nothing ultimately matters except those precious gems
That cannot be hoarded or sold
The love for a child cannot be eroded by time
So yes my finicky friend that doesn't believe in guns
With my band of brothers or alone if I must
I'll stand in the way of anything that tries to take
My children's freedom away
~ DD ~