That Fateful Night - Henry Jackman

Don't even know if I can write this song Caught on a beam between right and wrong Got to keep forward, keep straight For the sake of why we stay awake all night long It's not up for interpret Paranoid of exploiting the verdict But in the same breath I got thoughts that I want to express and let surface This ain't for props or the pop culture It's about a balloon that got punctured The sunshine's fun till it burns someone And we all got burnt that summer She was sixteen Another young angel with clipped wings She came to the shows, but I never met her Don't even know if she was listening That night, we lost a supporter That night, somebody lost a daughter He raped and killed her at the venue Can't comprehend what her friends must have went through That night, the sun went dark Now watch everyone on the tour bus fall apart That night, Lord have mercy The music died that night in Albuquerque Stop, it can't be true right? This type of real doesn't happen to you right? Cresent, Murs, Dibbs, Jaybird I want go home now and start a new life Wish I could protect the kids I guess safety is hit or miss With a prior convicted sex offence against A four year old, why we let you live? Don't know what I'm trying to write But there's a part of me that keeps dying at night And when I think about her mother I become another number that wants you to suffer You're locked up for now You have no more chances to steal the children's laughs And if you ever find God Better pray to her and ask that we never cross paths