My life is a pistol
Carried in my back belt
It holds me with firmness
Not breaking my back
When bending to help someone
Around me bullets, lies, enemies
My shirt hides my life
I hide it from many
When fierceness surrounds me
My grip holds steady
Aim, sight, direction
One sided deflection
Bullets as words
Injure people with hurt
Your face it appears
From the crowd too near
You stand unafraid
Both hands you raise
With purposeful lack
My grip becomes slack
Your hands come down
You speak unafraid
I check in my chamber
But words have escaped me
You've sealed our fate...
Together we stay
My life is a pistol
I cannot run
And do not want to
I hand you my life
Please don't shoot me
