Lyrics

Summer breeze is calling, kids' laughter in the air,
Dreams of arts and crafts, and freedom everywhere.
New games, new lessons, a blissful time,
Sportsmanship and teamwork are well aligned.
Camp Mystic for Girls, where they want to be,
Helping them grow to their best spiritually.

(Refrain)
in Guadalupe's flood, the dreams turned to tears,
Children carried away is beyond our worst fears,
Mourn the children, Mourn the day,
We can't imagine a loss that way.

[Verse 2]
The campfires whisper tales of what used to be,
Of children exploring, hearts wild and free.
But in Guadalupe's grip, the dreams turned to tears,
What once was a blessing now brings haunting fears.
Parents with weary faces, heavy with regret,
Despite sagging shoulders, the challenges must be met.
Some already know their loss, others still have hope,
As time passes, hope will elope.

(Refrain)
in Guadalupe's flood, the dreams turned to tears,
Children carried away is beyond our worst fears,
Mourn the children, Mourn the day,
We can't imagine a loss that way.

[Bridge]
The stars fade away, in the dawn's bitter light,
In rustling leaves, they hear echoes of the night.
Summer camps hold the promise, a haven for dreams,
But waters can whisper, of breakings at the seams.
They stood by the river, held dreams in their hands,
A moment of silence, as nature commands.

[Outro]
Mourn the day, but the love never fades,
In each heartfelt moment, their spirit pervades.
Pray the parents will find a way,
To cherish the laughter, rather than remember the day.
So while the river's flowing, and time carries on,
In the hearts of their parents, those children are never gone.