MILK. from Magic by Kenneth Wade

Stockpiling artillery for future wars
Listening for bombshells at the door
I miss that jovial spirit
That fresh-faced young man
He resides somewhere deep inside me still
I refuse to believe this is how he was killed
Shot down on the street
Blood-spattered angel wings splashed on the concrete
A crimson red halo adorning his head
Fear forever darkening his starry eyes on his final bed

I want our children to never think about dying (fear forever)
I want a future where there'll be no more hiding (fear forever)
They won't have to change or lie to appease
They won't be afraid of their skin or beliefs
Love and art will always be free
But for now we resist to ensure the world's peace

And let that bullet destroy every closet door
And let that bullet destroy every closet door

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