Behind the Glass

Behind the glass I've longed to be so that the world is mine to see who'd have known it'd come to pass my life would end behind the glass he had a gun and temper hot he did not care who it was he shot this place had done him wrong you see they'd put him out dishonorably to take out anger was his only strife did not care if he took a wife and mother of those he did not know who'd hear on the news while at home that this lady they loved so much was taken by such a violent touch a woman who preached peace was the best is now with violence laid to rest what is this world if peace cannot win when does violence end and peace begin this poem is written as if it were true sad thing it could be me or you in a second could see our life just pass as we sit and watch from behind the glass. written by DeeDeeCooper