Flowers Cannot Explain Pain

Little girls reaching for the sky
Little girls holding their severed arm while they cry
A baby getting his mothers milk
A baby crying cause' his mother got ripped to shreds like she was just silk
A man holding his wife, kissing her, and in love
A man holding a body, kissing it, still in love with his dead dove
A priest reading text
A priest gunned down by a sect
Think about it, what the world is?
Think about it, how we did this?
Think about it, kids learn to cuss
Guns in the hands of African kids
They got told it makes them a man
To kill and not cry
So much blood spilled on the sand
We cannot begin to understand
Let them live the way they want
Let them taunt us with this violence
But still we can't keep the silence
Gunshots ring out in the night sky
Children growing up still wondering why
Raise them, never let them go
The world is a dangerous flow
Money, guns, blood
And the footprints are still there from where we stood
Life has caught up with us
Still loyal and patriotic, still I fuss
The only thing we need in the future
Is a cure, for sure
Cancer, Aids, HIV
We can only begin to see
The problems that flowers cannot solve
Because the funeral is the solution
The world still revolves
This is a chain of events
Called flowers cannot explain pain