LYRIC FOR SALE

By Jennifer Humble

BILLY

Billy, I beg you, don’t pick up that gun
Don’t give up on yourself, don’t become
Another forgotten prison number
It’s not too late, things can get better

I know you’ve fallen through the cracks
You’ve cried for help, but no one called back
You’re in your room, thinking no one cares
Just step outside, you’ll find someone there.

Use words, not weapons, get loud, get strong
Demand your right to be seen, to belong
Teachers, Counsellors, Police or Chaplains
Try any of them, they do want to listen

If you choose violence, you can’t go back
You’ll wish you could, but it’s a one way track
You’ve been through enough, you deserve better days
Don’t use that gun, just walk away