The Price of a Bullet
(Verse 1)
In the silence of the streetlight, another shadow falls,
A dream once held so tightly, slips between the walls.
In the blink of a moment, (a future's torn apart,)
A single shot, a broken heart.
(Pre-Chorus)
Who's counting the cost when the trigger is pulled?
What's lost in the fire of steel turning cold?
For every bullet flying free,
There's a name, there's a story, (there's a destiny.)
(Chorus)
The price of a bullet isn't just in the lead,
It's the life left behind, the tears that are shed.
A mother's cry, a father's pain,
(Another promise lost in vain.)
You can't count the cost by what's spent on the shell,
It's the love, it's the loss, it's the stories they tell.
The price of a bullet, it's more than you see,
It's the weight of a world that will never be free.
(Verse 2)
He had dreams of tomorrow, now they're shattered in the night,
A future full of color fades to black and white.
A gun in someone's hand,( a life within their sights,)
One pull, and everything dies.
(Pre-Chorus)
Who's counting the souls when the (smoke clears the air?)
What's left of the hope when nobody's there?
For every shot that breaks the peace,
There's a broken promise that will never release.
(Chorus)
The price of a bullet isn't just in the lead,
It's the life left behind, the tears that are shed.
A mother's cry, a father's pain,
(Another promise lost in vain.)
You can't count the cost by what's spent on the shell,
It's the love, it's the loss, it's the stories they tell.
The price of a bullet, it's more than you see,
It's the weight of a world that will never be free.
(Bridge)
How many dreams have fallen like rain?
How many hearts have bled out in pain?
For every round that finds its mark,
A piece of the world is torn apart.
(Chorus)
The price of a bullet isn't just in the lead,
It's the life left behind,( the tears that are shed.)
A mother's cry, a father's pain,
Another promise lost in vain.
You can't count the cost by what's spent on the shell,
It's the love, it's the loss, it's the stories they tell.
The price of a bullet, (it's more than you see,)
It's the weight of a world that will never be free.
(Outro)
The price of a bullet, it's written in blood,
In the souls it silences, in the lives it floods.
We're paying the cost, day after day,
As the echoes of violence don't fade away.