Within The Days Of Sorrow
Within The Days Of Sorrow
Life With Us Was Not Promised Tomorrow
We Weeped, And Cried And Mourned
As We Live Another Day Just To Be Reborn
The Sounds Of Bullets And Bodies Dropping, Makes Me Think About A Family Getting Torn
As I Hear Yelling From A Mother Seeing Her Son Shot And Dying
The Son Is Grabbing Her With Tears In His Eyes Trying
Tears, Yelling, Dying, Dark
The Poor Definition Of Suffering
The Lives That’s Taken Away Is Getting Mourned By God’s Thundering
As The Sirens Ring And The Camera Flicker
The Sun Goes Up As The Police And Doctors Bicker
Suffered A Mother Who Held Her Dying Son With Hope
Suffered A Son Who Took His Last Breathe
Watching The Last Of His Mother Tears Pour
Within The Days Of Sorrow
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