Yet another national tragedy, when will it end?
Of the thousands of ways to die, why men killing men?
My anger is not for giving, so I'll save my tears for the living.
for in heavens peacful retreat, the angels form a fleet, beneath the victims feet.
They have joined the heavenly score, they haved rowed their boats ashore.
Pain and sorrow have no tomorrow and suffering, nevermore.
Our journeys continue, theirs is no more;
We pray for healing as we ride our boats ashore.
And though my heart is saddened, join me in exaltation,
for I truly need to believe that souls find salvation.
I'll spend today, although I don't wanna;
crying, signing, and mourning Arizona.
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