From the recording Valentine's Day...

For the Parkland kids from many of their own words.
For every kid that gets dropped off in the morning and wonders what will happen.
Very close to our home and our life but national in scope.

Lyrics

Valentine’s Day… ©2018 Louis Abbott
 
Dude’s got a gun.
Everybody run.
Where you supposed to go?
Nobody knows
 
Bodies in the halls
Bullets in the walls
Kids running screaming through the thick red mud
Of hearts and flowers covered in blood.
Valentine’s blood.
Massacre blood.
Valentine’s Day Massacre Blood
 
Stop this game, we’ve had enough,
No more death, we’ve had enough
Enough.
 
Thoughts and prayers
Just means they don’t care
If you play their game, it always ends the same:
Bodies in the halls, splattered on the walls
Kids running screaming through the thick red mud
Of backpacks and letters covered in blood
Innocent blood.
Massacre blood.
Valentine’s Day Massacre Blood.
 
N.R.A. pays to play
While the politicians dash for the bags of cash
You kiss us goodbye,
Leave us to die?
Or wake up screaming from the technicolor dreams
Of friends and teachers covered in blood
Innocent blood.
Massacre blood.
Valentine’s Day Massacre Blood.