Run and Hide

It's not just the children
It's adults as well
Whose lives are taken by guns

We mournfully cry
When school children die
And the killer turns and runs

But also adults
Whose lives are lost
Are people we care about

Guns are no respector of life
No respector of age
Either one, they'll gladly wipe out

So hide your children
When guns are in play
They shouldn't be going outside

And you, yourself
Must run and hide
Or it'll be your death that's bona fide