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
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