It was a dark night
It was a dark room
Then a dark mind
Made the room go boom
Some lives were tattered
Some lives were shattered
All on a night of fun
By a maniac with a gun
Some heroes lived, some died
Regardless, a whole nation cried
A city turned upside down
By someone dressed as clown
Now too many questions with no answer
Still can't find a cure for this cancer
What is left beyond the grief
The suffering of a moment so brief
Pick up the pieces like a spent shell casing
And bury them like the shadows you'll be facing
The toughest road lies ahead
Mourn and pray for the dead
But more so, bow in prayer for the living
And think of all the strength it will be giving
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