More innocent souls are laid to rest...
Pain abounds, no heartache lacks..
An Impotent government refuses to act...
Southerland, Charleston; So safe inside of there...
Why, with all those thoughts and prayers...
Blood stained hymnals all around...
Saints are lost on holy ground...
The Gunshine State; dance, music, the pulsing strobe...
In the blink of an eye pulses begin to slow...
A blood drenched floor once just for dance...
The dark, the terror, the gunman stands...
Sin City; death rains down at lightning speed...
Weapons of warfare only soldiers need...
Blood covered strangers helping who's near...
From the right now's not the time is all we hear...
Parkland; blood covered children dying to live...
But from tragedy a foundation of NEVER AGAIN...
A movement, a force young women and men...
NRA; Our votes are stronger than your blood stained hands...
