We ask ourselves that one question
Why do people do the things they do
Why do they think it is all right to take a life?
Why do they think that there is something wrong in this world?
Were they need to take not only lives but their own as well
Why…
Mother, Fathers. Sisters, Brothers all at a loss
At what to say or do
Why…
Tears forever cascade down a river of mountains
As people, mourn the loss of the angels that now
Sing from above
A simple pray
Heavenly Father Watch over those who are left behind
To deal with the agony and pain
Give them the strength to carry on
In this world at times, that makes no sense
Alas, all I can do is pray and write what I feel
I hope this helps
Amen
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