These are harsh days and unsettling nights
As we try to understand why, why oh why
With these faces so young and sweet
They have no more time for any more dreams
No more birthdays, no more Christmas morning cheers
No more growing up, no more innovation, no more fears.
As the bullets ripped past them, through them, now it is all just still.
As we try to understand why, why oh why
With their faces so young and sweet
Their body's strewn about now these 17 sleep
The desks and books will be needed no more
As their broken and bloody body's lay on the floor
We try to understand why, why, oh why.
The madness continues for the ones that survived.
They are accused of being to young to understand
But look at their faces and deep in their eyes.
They know so much, more than many of of us can even dream
They understand that they are the change
They will be the voices of those 17
They will be the ones than demand more,
No one can silence their cries.
As we try to understand why, why, oh why.
Where was the help as the red flags were waved
39 times before this fateful day.
How many just sat back and let this all play out.
Will these 17 haunt their dreams?
As we try to understand why, why, oh why
With their faces so young and sweet
How many more must lay down their life's and die?
As we try to understand why, why, oh why.
