Directed by a populous of innocence,
Of helpless kids now armed with guns.
One of them is my son, Dia Vandy.
A good boy who plays soccer and loves school.
A good boy who plays soccer and loves school and now shoots guns.

I bleed into the earth for him.
I ache and sob and long for him so desperately,
I crawl. But I am all alone.
My young boy is now a tool for harm
Controlled by other boys,
Confusing right from wrong.

I bleed into the earth for them as well
because of them and for them still.
When will our tragedies be gone?
How can we quiet all this rage?

Dia Vandy, caught in a war of diamonds and blood
As the onlookers see wealth and opportunity.
Some of us have lost our family.
But I will find my boy and I will bring him home.
And their diamonds, greed, and guns can not stop me.