The Uvalde children haunt me.
Texas wind blows ‘cross a grave.
What would I do in such danger?
Would I dare to be so brave?
The Uvalde children haunt me.
Texas wind blows ‘cross a grave.
What would I do in such danger?
Would I dare to be so brave?
The Uvalde children haunt me.
Young lives just torn apart.
I hope they walk with angels.
I hold them in my heart.
The Uvalde children haunt me.
No more laughter. No more fun.
They lost their fresh-faced innocence
at the barrel of a gun.