The Uvalde children haunt me.
Filled with life and innocence.
Can’t we love and help our children?
Can’t we use some common sense?
The Uvalde children haunt me.
Filled with life and innocence.
Can’t we love and help our children?
Can’t we use some common sense?
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.