A hundred shots fired
Until it was silent
The smell of blood roamed the halls
His soul had fallen
Evil had found its way in
Children without eyes to see
So vulnerable
This event has shaken me
The tears fall down my face
As I listen to the news
The deaths in Connecticut
Thirty met the afterlife
Pray for them
I rest on my knees
God tell me have we all been killed?
Are we all doomed?
Open your arms to those we have lost
I beg of you give them peace