Dec 2012
In a a moment, they breathe their last
Their soul can in smoke escape
There is no more pain from their past
Given a coin, their being now reshape
The innocence is gone
Twenty precious ones have fallen
The angels cease their song
Their guide to Styx is calling
Over the river they must travel
To meet the Lady and Lord
The dead waters have no current to babble
now that the Fates have cut short almost thirty cords
Their soul can in smoke escape
There is no more pain from their past
Given a coin, their being now reshape
The innocence is gone
Twenty precious ones have fallen
The angels cease their song
Their guide to Styx is calling
Over the river they must travel
To meet the Lady and Lord
The dead waters have no current to babble
now that the Fates have cut short almost thirty cords
My heart goes out to the families that lost their beloved children in the elementary school shooting in Connecticut today. It was not their time, and I wish there was an explanation for such senseless destruction of pure life. They are all in my prayers.
