Just another Tuesday morning

Doing work for a grade

Not knowing that later that day

Fifteen people would sleep in their graves

The peace was shattered

Blood was spattered

On Library shelves

Then they killed themselves

And the smoke filled the air

As they killed without a care

They murdered without mercy

Their souls, cold, black, and bare

The shots rang out in the halls

Despite those desperate cell phone calls

The spawn of Satan killed for him

And you can't help but feel just a bit sorry for them

Eric was so very smart

And it appeared he had a tender heart

And Dylan was a dedicated friend

And he showed this up to the very end

And it's so very sad

That something this mad

Happened in such a special time

And It's so very sad that something this bad

Had written about it this one little rhyme

Nobody expected it to happen at Columbine

Cause it was just another Tuesday Morning.