Bulletproof Prayers

Lock the doors, lights down low,
Feet on the floor, but nowhere to go,
Silence screams, every breath a weight,
Counting seconds while the world just waits.
Another headline, another name,
Another shooter, another game,
Nobody moves, nobody speaks,
Just waiting for fate to pick who bleeds.
Bulletproof prayers don’t stop the sound,
Metal and fear still hit the ground.
We hide, we hope, we beg, we break,
But the barrel doesn’t bend when its set to take.
Empty halls, echoes shake,
Footsteps drag like a twisted fate,
Fire in his hands, cold in his veins,
A walking ghost with a mind in flames.
Screens will flash, the stories spin,
Politicians swear it won’t happen again,
But the chalk outlines keep coming back,
And the blood dries fast where the headlines lack.
Bulletproof prayers don’t stop the sound,
Metal and fear still hit the ground.
We hide, we hope, we beg, we break,
But the barrel doesn’t bend when its set to take.
Lock the doors, stay real still,
Close your eyes if youve got the will,
If the world won’t stop, if the hands won’t change,
Then whos left standing when they call your name?