Don’t be the hero when your eyes are glazed with miscommunication
Days are sad and schools are sadder
And tragedy is division
Division of those who knew her
Those who didn’t
Those who wanted to
Those who never will
But tragedy is communion
Communion of those who knew her
Those who didn’t
Those who wanted to
Those who never will
And love will bring peace
And may that love carry us to understanding
In the hands of brokenness
And those who thought they couldn’t will lead
And love
And conquer
And we will live
And live
And live
And honor those who didn’t
And we will be as one.