W.E.B. - Night Funeral

Early night, with my dearest friend we walk
Nothing seemed that this evening will end with a red dawn
I could only smile. I’ve had a happy life
Nothing seemed that a grown-up (sigh)

I could see blurred faces. I could see them all
When the air just started to feel cold
I never had a chance to see this world
Mother do you hear it? My final call?

Mother are you ready for my funeral?

Pointing guns upon a child – No
Overuse of civil rights – No
I just felt a bullet in me – Dead Cold
Mother your son is just a victim – No

Mother are you ready for my funeral?

Show me your face, your pain, your fears - Show me now
Show me your guns, your name, your tears - Show me now
Show me that future could be clear - Show me now
Show me a life your ears would hear - Show me now

Tell me my rights, my debts, my years - Tell me now
Tell me my time, my job, my realm - Tell me now
Tell me a tale that’s not severe - Tell me now
Tell me if innocence is real - Tell me now

Save Our Souls
Save Our Souls