Lyrics

Thunder cracked—no mercy in the sky,
Summer’s promise shattered, innocence left to die.
Children’s laughter, bright and wild,
Crushed by a fate both cruel and defiled.
Tiny hands reaching, begging for a sign,
Dreams swept away, erased by the divine.
Where was the love we’re told would never fail?
Just blood in the water, prayers lost in the gale.

(Chorus)
Where was the Savior who walked on the sea?
Where was the miracle for those who believed?
Did You turn Your back, did You close Your eyes,
While the innocent screamed, while the purest died?
You turned water to wine, raised the dead with a word—
But You let these children drown, their cries unheard.
God of mercy, God of might—
Where were You in the darkest night?

(Verse 2)
One by one, hope was ripped away,
Dreams unspoken, futures betrayed.
The river roared, a monster unleashed,
Tearing apart the smallest, the least.
The youngest clung to each other, terrified,
Calling Your name, believing the lies.
No savior descended, no hand reached down—
Just silence and horror as they were left to drown.

(Chorus)
Where was the hand that could split the sea?
Where was the power that could set them free?
Did angels turn away, ashamed to see
The children You abandoned to tragedy?
You keep monsters breathing, let evil men thrive,
But the purest souls—you don’t keep alive.
We demand answers, we demand to know—
Where was God as the waters rose?

(Bridge)
We scream their names into the black,
Demanding justice that never comes back.
Step by step, we burn with rage,
While You hide in heaven, turning the page.
We won’t let You off, we won’t forget—
For every child lost, for every regret.
We’ll shout the truth, we’ll tear the veil—
Their innocence is our unending wail.

(Chorus)
Where was the hand to shatter the flood?
Where was the hope in the deluge of blood?
Did You plug Your ears, did You look away,
While terror and water stole breath away?
If You walked on water, if You calmed the storm,
Why leave these children broken and torn?
We’re done with silence, we’re done with lies—
Where was God as the angels cried?

(Outro)
The river recedes, but the pain remains,
A wound on the world, a curse with no name.
Their names are carved in our rage, in stone—
We carry their memory, we bear it alone.
For every question, for every blind eye,
For every child lost, for every why—
May the world remember, may heaven hear:
We demand justice for every tear.