Late nights and early mornings,
gunshots ringing and mother's mourning,
tell me Father, when will it stop,
you died, so that I wouldn't have 2 walk in the dark,
and every day it's as if someone's using your name in vain,
I ask myself "how many of these such day's remain",
when will you come back to erase all this pain,
and how can things ever be the same
