Sound of a gun

Sound of a gun
In the here and the now I´ll wait down among the young and the old
With the moon and the ground I play with my childern in my home
This is for the daughters and sons of forgotten one´s learning how to stand
This is for the innocent unknown´s buried in the sand

All running from a sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun ´till you´re weary
Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun
From the crack in the blackness I´ll wake, it´s getting closer every night
In my city the playground is a battleground between the wrong and the right
I could run free as a child I was safe and wild, naked, and unarmed
Now I´m gone and safe in my home but some will never stop
Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun ´till they´re weary
Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun
The open mouth of the city swallowed up the town
On that same old concrete that I still walk down
And it seemed they put a shine on this place when I was young
Well maybe I just don´t see it now
Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun ´till I´m weary
Running from the sound of a gun
Running from the sound of a gun
Hey!

I´m running from the sound of a gun
I´m running from the sound of a gun
I´m running from the sound of a gun
I´m running from, running from the sound of a gun
En esta emotiva canción de Audioslave, 'Sound of a Gun', Chris Cornell nos sumerge en un mundo de contrastes entre la inocencia perdida y la brutalidad de la realidad...