Days come and they go
The sands in the hourglass forever fall
Little things pass and stand the time
Some things in life do not matter at all.
But when it comes to life, the loss of it
well that is a different kettle of fish
and it hurts when their lives didn't stand a chance
we can all forever dream and expect a different wish
These lives were children, little children
with all the innocence of the young
They should be growing and doing what we can
Now a different sort of hymn from the  book is sung.
How can this be, why should this be,  why?
Why choose the innocent in life we just do not know
now each day sorrow and sadness passes us by.
Perhaps a thought should enter their heads
when the evil is about to strike question why
maybe these three little letters can dig home deep
maybe if they did,  people would not have to die.
Let there be no more hurt, let there be no more tears
No more.  Ask yourself why. There can be a change in ways
And we can learn to smile,  we can think about hope and peace
maybe time will pass through our tears and bring better days.