Elijah

We never came to pick you up

When you would take the bus ride home from school

When we did it made you cry

Said we scared your new friends away

And when you finally got home

You would drop your bag and head out to the woods

Sit beneath the willow tree

Listen what she had to say

And then as you grew older

How those books and songs they took their toll on you

“What’s happening to this country?”

You would shake your head and say

And when you snuck out late at night

We though that you were heading off to James’

We couldn’t even dream

You were at the firing range

Elijah, where you going now?

And now your precious face is on the TV

It’s on my phone and computer screen

You’re telling us that we’re the ones who’re crazy

That freedom was never free

Gotta fight for what you dream

Elijah, whatcha dreaming now?