Silver Gun (Ode to Weapon) - The Jack Wood

once upon a time i found a silver gun

i called it ‘'my beloved"

silver as a moonlight, cold as me

wild maiden in the crown of thorns

endless light

soft and bright

only you can hear

suppliant child

can not hide

sorrow that i see

call me a Sister in Sacred Crown

hold the heartbeat of dancing

crowd got no system, got no proud

i need nothing but Silver Gun

so grave, so glister.

my Silver Gun

i hear your whisper — it calms my arm

yes, you’re pushing for a crime

but i bless you ‘cause you are mine