The sound of mothers weeping,
Is all you could here that friday
The hearts of so many people
broken and torn away
children is what they were
a life is what they still needed
for those things were taken away
by a metal gun that day
Brothers, sisters, aunts, and uncles morn
for the loss of their child
that seemed just born
pain is all they feel
Angels will watch over them
for they are in a safer place now
we will all look up into the sky,
and say a prayer to the children that now fly
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