I can hear them shouting.

New bow in my hair;
Dress pressed nice for church.
Mama told me goodbye.

I can hear them shouting.

The choir is singing;
God must be listening.
The sun is shining.

I can hear them shouting.

It’s so hot in here;
It feels like I’m burning.
The music stopped.

I can hear them shouting.

The people are screaming,
No one is listening.
The smoke is blinding.

I can hear them shouting,

But no one is coming.
Save us! Save us!
Mama where are you?

I can hear them shouting.