Sweet sweat smell hovers
Scattered toys on the floor
In their empty rooms
Echoes of voices
And roomful of memories
From their empty bed
Cries of these children
That the world could imagine
Helpless as they were
Gunned down by this man
Not knowing what he's doing
Till he killed himself
Many have questions
The evil act that causes
All of these sorrow
As we pray to God
The children who lost their lives
Now angels that guide
These parents mourning
To be strong and forgiving
In this muddled world
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