A man, and another, a song, a dancefloor.
A man, and his lover, a gunshot, a roar.
A man, he’s a brother, a nephew, a friend.
A man, of a mother, not his time to end.
It’s senseless, it’s ludicrous, we’re angry, we’ll cry,
It’s happening, and America’s too tired to ask why,
It’s schoolkids, just starting their journeys in life,
It’s a husband out working, in love with his wife.
Just dancing, enjoying a warm summer night,
Just feeling that aura of love at first sight,
Just thinking of futures that now are no more,
Just watch as a world lets its feelings outpour.
Light candles, sing songs, of love, peace, good times,
Just dancing, just loving, no horror, no crimes.
No laughter, no heartbeat, no walks on the beach,
But hope that an end to the hatred, we’ll reach.
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