I was born with a gun in my hand 

and a bullet in my heart.

When I opened m eyes my entire world. 

Had fallen apart,

But even I knew it was just the start.

It was the start of a new age, 

Full of gun violence and rage.

Full of sadness and pain,

And nothing but a dark sky full of rain.

A small birthmark right on the heart 

torn apart by a bullet never to restart.

A little girl never seeing her dad just because,

someone decided to go mad.

When I was born with a gun in my hand,

and a bullet in my heart.

When I had opened my eyes I knew my entire world 

had fallen apart.