| Mockingbird morning dew |
| Another day bright and new |
| There’s a prayer that I carry with me |
| To be kind to be meek |
| To love my enemies |
| To keep hope in the face of darkness |
| So we sow the seeds in our victory garden |
| Hands in the earth |
| So the heart doesn’t harden |
| The cries of our children |
| Won’t soon be forgotten |
| Each one a flower in our victory garden |
| For the rain for the sun |
| For the hardships that come |
| We will carry this burden together |
| To be strong for the weak |
| Song for those who can’t speak |
| Hand in hand no matter the weather |
| So we sow the seeds in our victory garden |
| Hands in the earth |
| So the heart doesn’t harden |
| The cries of our children |
| Won’t soon be forgotten |
| Each one a flower in our victory garden |
| I remember the day I saw innocence fade |
| Saw her tears through the glass in the window |
| Of the bus that was parked, shots were still firing off |
| Oh god who are we truly defending |
| So we sow the seeds in our victory garden |
| Hands in the earth |
| So the heart doesn’t harden |
| The cries of our children |
| Won’t soon be forgotten |
| Each one a flower in our victory garden |
| Rows and rows and rows of roses |
| Rows and rows and rows of roses |
| Each one a flower in our victory garden |