Uvalde
Bullets reached through time and stole futures
An incurable evil
Tragedy struck like bolts
Shocking a nation
But too numb to feel the jolt
Did it strike you?
Did you feel it pass through?
Or did it go over your head
When you didn't know what to do?
How many lives until another round?
How many lives until another round?
Time is up no corners to hide around
Lives are lost and they can't be found
How will they eh-, how will they ever dream?
How will they eh-, how will they dream?
We can't close our eyes and then say a "goodnight"
Until they dream again
Eight and a half by eleven inches
Sits on their desk
Two years of collecting dust
Fifty men don't feel our fear
Kids spend more time preparing for shattered glass
Than looking out the window
They haven't heard about the S.A.T.S
TOO BUSY HIDING FROM AN AR-15!
Joy is the resistance to the darkness
But how do we know when they tell us to pray it away?
Turn over the tables those papers sit on
Watch them fly in the air
The streets were flooded with tears
Fallen from heaven
Soaking the saints; gathered with heavy hearts
And voices without restraint
How will they ever dream?
How will they ever dream?
(Ever dream)
How will they ever dream?
An incurable evil
Tragedy struck like bolts
Shocking a nation
But too numb to feel the jolt
Did it strike you?
Did you feel it pass through?
Or did it go over your head
When you didn't know what to do?
How many lives until another round?
How many lives until another round?
Time is up no corners to hide around
Lives are lost and they can't be found
How will they eh-, how will they ever dream?
How will they eh-, how will they dream?
We can't close our eyes and then say a "goodnight"
Until they dream again
Eight and a half by eleven inches
Sits on their desk
Two years of collecting dust
Fifty men don't feel our fear
Kids spend more time preparing for shattered glass
Than looking out the window
They haven't heard about the S.A.T.S
TOO BUSY HIDING FROM AN AR-15!
Joy is the resistance to the darkness
But how do we know when they tell us to pray it away?
Turn over the tables those papers sit on
Watch them fly in the air
The streets were flooded with tears
Fallen from heaven
Soaking the saints; gathered with heavy hearts
And voices without restraint
How will they ever dream?
How will they ever dream?
(Ever dream)
How will they ever dream?
Credits
Writer(s): Erin Malone, Josh Martin, Lauren Davis
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