Orlando

Tell me, my friend Did it bother you when I cried? When I cried about the risen surface of the end? The end of which has already granted us those who died Those who have died from holding hands with who they choose And those who tasted lips and an alcoholic drink Those who had everything to lose Those who didn’t know what to think When it happened. . Tell me, my friend Did you pray for my family from the beginning? Or did you pray for that kind of end While you lied through your teeth without grinning? You see, we are more than just a community We are more than just a band of friends We are more than your self pity We are more than a hashtag trend As we lost fifty in Orlando You suddenly began to feel upset While we are still standing strong though And most of you begin to feel regret Regret from calling that kid *** Or yelling the word dyke Not that I like to see your smile start to sag But you begin to understand what it is like Though, you will never know how it feels How it feels to be murdered by your pitiful words and guns Yet, we have a heart of steel And the love we have will always run.