Absurd
She screams to the city the city don't hear she screams out of Rage and out of fear
For the lives of the kids who will be dead pray for forgiveness this day we dread
Say a little something for the lives that passed cries of the living heard at the mass
Our thoughts go back to a happier time what's mine is yours what's yours is mine they share their past will they share their tomorrow's
Children of the lost son will the Sun rise tomorrow
Guns don't kill people do this is what the man said to you how can I believe in just words when right now the whole world is
Absurd
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