But the world's still turning
Your mother sits there crying
I never knew why you gave up early
I think of the times you were depressed
Days we had - good and the bad
Who could've saved you from cutting your life short?
But definitely something to fight for
Holding to our memories, the tears unfurl
To the world you were someone, and to someone the world
Is there anger, is there pain, and do the faces stay the same?
And is there justice, is there blame, or do we all just end in vain?
Is there mercy, is there blame, and did you find a better way?
Do you hear us, do you see us, do you feel us when we pray?