VERSE 1
I walked in a field of daisies, lifted my hands to the sky.
It was there I prayed for the families. It was there I knelt to cry.
I still feel the parents’ anguish. I still see their teary eyes.
I recall the students’ faces. Why did they have to die? {Chorus}
CHORUS
What is the answer? Where does it end?
Why must we continue this murderous trend?
Where can we find comfort? How can we mend?
Please tell me the answer. Where does it end?
VERSE 2
A warped and twisted mind, preying on innocent ones.
No one could protect them, from a madman with a gun.
I wish I knew the words to say, to somehow ease their pain.
But what do you say to a mother, whose child has just been slain? {Chorus}
VERSE 3
I walked in a field of daisies, lifted my hands to the sky.
The songbirds stopped their singing, as I raised my voice and cried: {Chorus}
