It is right that we lament It is right that our rendered hearts cry out And our aching shoulders look for comfort It is right that we mourn each loss Our empty hands reaching for each other For the loved ones now gone, for the spirits still here It is right that we look for candles and matches to light Let the glow light up our faces while tears stream And songs of grief well up in our bellies It is right that we sing Songs of memory, togetherness, anger, justice Our voices horse from the shock of loss It is right that we lift up our heads And look each other in the eyes, honest how we got here Ready with our willingness to turn the tide, begin the work of change