This small town lies broken,
Covered by the clouds, by doubt;
Itís like the world we knew fell apart
When they took their last breath.
So much was taken away from us,
By one man, in one night
We lost our sense of innocence, our security;
Our best friends and family.
And through the rain
The world has changed colors in our eyes
Now I question it all;
If there is a God, a reason,
How could He leave them like He did?
Didnít He hear their last prayers?
Canít He answer ours now
and bring them back to us?
All these broken hearts have come to the horizon
And are waiting to see the justice brought from Heaven;
But even the angels didnít know what to do
And their words shook with sorrow
As their tears poured down to fill the graves
Of the ones someone should have saved.
This will never make sense;
All this bloodshed for something so petty;
but I know, somehow, they still live on.
he may have killed those miracles in body,
But he couldnít take the memories we keep in mind,
And in that sense, I they are forever immortal.
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