The bullets will shatter
Tiny lives that matter
And the blood will run red
As our babies lie dead
My heart aches as I realise
That no matter who dies
Nothing will change
The blood will still run red
And the dead will still be dead.
The bullets will shatter
Tiny lives that matter
And the blood will run red
As our babies lie dead
My heart aches as I realise
That no matter who dies
Nothing will change
The blood will still run red
And the dead will still be dead.