In the darkness, if only I had a gun.
I wouldn’t have hesitated his demise
on the cold city street corner.
I found, I could be Homer,
chasing dragons in the sky.
If only I had a gun.
If only I had a gun.
If I had a peace pipe,
a penny whistle on the cold city avenue,
I wouldn’t hesitate to share it, but,
to scream at the violence and bring them to circle?
Maybe not, but, I’m chasing dragons in the sky.
If I only had a peace pipe.
If I only had a peace pipe.
In the sunshine, if I only had a rainbow.
Giving hope to all within sound.
The homeless on the avenue,
in the parks, all around.
If I only had a rainbow.
So some of us would know.
If we only had some justice
in the dark or in the sun,
in the rain or the fog, ice and snow.
Being honest, letting people understand.
If we only had some justice
and we would know, it is, just this; some justice.
If I only had some power.
My voice does not command.
I’d want to stand for all of us
that suffer these mad men.
Chasing dragons in the sky.
Chasing dragons in the sky.
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