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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The stalked youth ran in fright;
Resisting with a fight,
As panic set the course,
Yet met with deadly force.
Veneered in whitewashed gloss,
Our thoughts show no remorse,
No pity for such loss!
But stand your ground, of course!
[Chorus]
Marked in a common zone,
A child not yet eighteen.
Recalling on a phone,
The glaring eyes he’d seen.
It chills me to the bone,
Now thinking of that scene.
[Verse 2]
The watchman’s fatal shot
Ripped through the youngster’s chest.
And left a blood-stained plot,
Yards from the family nest.
Vibrations ring so clear,
Of helpless souls distressed.
Name someone you love here.
But stand your ground transgressed!
[Chorus]
Marked in a common zone,
A child not yet eighteen.
Recalling on a phone,
The glaring eyes he’d seen.
It chills me to the bone,
Now thinking of that scene.
[Verse 3]
The earth weeps tears of blood;
Red pools become a flood,
As God's dear children slain,
Yell out for help in vain.
Volition guards the caste.
Old problems and disdain,
Now surface from our past.
But stand your ground’s insane!
[Chorus]
Marked in a common zone,
A child not yet eighteen.
Recalling on a phone,
The glaring eyes he’d seen.
It chills me to the bone,
Now thinking of that scene.
Details
GeneratedOct 26, 2024
Duration4:00
Style
Southern rock, soprano saxophone solo, mournful, angry
Credits
Prompt by
Lyrics, Bill Graham
Lyrics, Bill GrahamModelAria v3.5
