Minus One

There's a boy, standing on the corner,
There's a tear running down his face,
There's a blade, gripped between his fingers,
Red with blood, red with his disgrace.

And on the street lies a lifeless body,
On the street, lies a mother's son,
On the street, lies a future stolen,
Though he tried, tried so hard to run.

On a bed, screams a mother broken,
On a bed, screams a heart destroyed,
On a bed, screams for God to change things,
Why won't God bring back her precious boy?

And there's a blade, glinting in the streetlights,
There's a blade that's just taken a life.
There's a blade that's blighted a community,
So won't you please, please... put down the knife?