He kicks the glove with his foot
  trying to find the trace
    a connection to make sense
     of something which doesn't
So young, so many ways of what
  might have been
    what should have
       how long
How long will our cry come
  how long will the children
    be killed and lay in our streets
       let us care, let us cry too
Let us jump in and want
   to be the difference
     to stand together
      to see each other and care
May Your love impart the difference
   so we may find the way
    to one another in the wilderness
      no one should bury a child