Late night at the pulse they were drinking away dancing the Bachata
Shot rangs out into the Orlando skies people screaming and crying.
Blood pressures down to zero injured bodies kept falling right to the ground.
State of shock the world is in 49 become our hero’s

Pulse –a measure of life
A measure of death
Rise with each madding twist
Pulse – move into the light
You have the right
Be who you want to be
Pulse – raise your hands and dance
Raise your hands and run
Stand in defense
Pulse – on and on you move, their sprits live in you
leave no part of them behind

That gunman’s hate took away their fate
Acting out his wicked plan.
I wonder how I would feel looking at evil.
His world must be so painful to see.
So hurt we become nothing could erase
The tears and blood from the streets.
Despite our shock, despite our grief,
Hang on to love, hope and spiritual belief

Pulse –a measure of life
A measure of death
Rise with each madding twist
Pulse – move into the light
You have the right
Be who you want to be
Pulse – raise your hands and dance
Raise your hands and run
Stand in defense
Pulse – on and on you move, their sprits live in you
Leave no part of them behind