My daughter says I only write negative things

That negative is all that negative brings

So I thought I would give her way a try

And put the negative aside

So I thought of pretty flowers on the side of a hill

But then down marched the army intent on the kill

So I thought about sunshine on a serene country lane

But then came the thunder and it started to rain

So I thought about children playing, enjoying their life

But then came a killer with candy and a big butcher knife

So I thought about a man with a wife he adored

But she smacked his face and he called her a whore

So I thought about a deer running free and wild

But then came the bullet and I just had to smile

I am sorry my daughter, just try to understand

I just cant help the way that I am