The city lights are a pretty sight
It’s simple June and I’m out of might
I see belles and beaus, the balloon clown
The old lady knows it‘s heavy,in this one story town
I was a mindful father to my son
Not anymore,I lay down my gun.
Of the numerous stories on these lands
It’s closing in on me,the water on sands
My eyes they are open but I don’t see nothing
Her lips they touch mine but I don’t feel nothing
I ain’t no quitter,In many I’m one
Not anymore,I lay down my gun.
It’s fragile, and things do change
It is a cliche now that people are strange
I prayed for everyone,God knows I did
I‘d help a blind man, when I did see
I‘d pray for conscience to bless everyone
Not anymore,I lay down my gun.
Gaurav Chakrabarti 