Bear
Spring in fall
Locked in prayer
Eighteen months to graying hair
Of all the love in our town
Soon to be gunned down
Take it away
Taken away
With my finger on your trigger
And our hearts began to quiver
And even though I love my land
Our twenty six loved they have died in vain
Who are you to take my people when you don't know our names
You've shot your own foot in your own way
For these rights are shaking just take them away
With my finger on your trigger
And our hearts began to quiver
And even though I love my land
How many more at your hand?
Writer/s: Salt Orchard
