Peter J Sykes - Thoughts And Prayers

My little one is gone, drowned in a sea of red
With a weapon of war set loose in a sanctuary
Now my dream is dead, there's no safe haven
And nowhere she could hide
And where were you when my innocent died?

All you send me are your thoughts and prayers
But your empty vacant words won't bring her back
It's so clear that you don't care
With your cliched thoughts and prayers

Your motives are so clear like that rifle's round
The almighty dollar slipped into your pocket
You love how money sounds
It's no big deal, just life for gold
You've been bought while my baby was sold

All you send me are your thoughts and prayers
But your empty vacant words won't bring her back
It's so clear that you don't care
With your cliched thoughts and prayers

When will enough be too much?
Which right will you defend, life or liberty?
Now that my little one is gone?

All you send me are your thoughts and prayers
But your empty vacant words won't bring her back
It's so clear that you don't care
With your fucking thoughts and prayers

Written by:
Peter Sykes

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