Why, two young minds and hearts
Were filled with so much hate
Why, they took it on themselves
To seal, all those others fate.
There is no answer, that makes sense
No way to sort it out
And we should all, ask just what
We, really are about.
Why, the future is no more
For all of those young souls
Why, no more hopes and dreams
No chance to reach their goals.
Why, with all our expertise
And, our technology
Why, we can't stop the madness
In our "great" (?) society.
There is no answer, that makes sense
No way to sort it out
And we should all, ask just what
We, really are about.
Why, our children can get guns
Make bombs to kill and maim
Why, parents think, "No, not mine!
(Don't play, that deadly game.)
Why, we say every time
"It shouldn't happen here!"
Why, we don't take it serious
And shudder with fear.
There is no answer, that makes sense
No way to sort it out
And we should all, ask just what
We, really are about.
4-22-99
Author: Del "Abe" Jones
E-mail:
abe@rcm-nashville.com
or
ABEabe@worldnet.att.net
I went to school today, mom, and everything was the same
I went to school, mom, and thought I'd go home the way I came
I remember those other schools, mom that had students die
But not until today, mom, did I think it would happen to mine
I walked into the library, mom, and everything seemed in place
Until I saw the worried look, mom, on my best friends face
As I saw the guns pointed at us, mom, I slowly started to cry
For I knew right then, mom, this could be the day I die
I stood in total fear, mom, I couldn't even move
I didn't see what shooting us really would prove
But I did just as you said to, mom, and stood perfectly still
Waiting to see what would happen, mom, knowing I might be killed
Bullets flew through the air, mom, I thought I was safe here
But my memories of smiling, flashed to panic and fear
As I saw my friend get shot, mom, it brought terror in my eyes
Reality suddenly hit me, mom, as I saw my closest friends die
As the students were gunned down, mom, all I could do was feel my heart burn
All I could do was wait, mom, for I knew it would soon be my turn
Why were my dreams taken from me, mom, all I know is the past
People were killed instantly, mom, happiness was shattered so fast
I don't know why they are doing this mom, but I know what they will pay
They'll have to take the punishment, mom, for what they've done today
I'm lying in a pool of blood, mom, and feeling sharp pains
Do they know how we're feeling, mom, I hope someday they feel the same
Now I'm lying here dying, mom, and all they can do is laugh
They think killing people is funny, mom, until they see the aftermath
Everyone is dying, mom, all my friends are scared and hurt
I see them all around me, blood splattered on their shirts
My breaths are getting shorter, mom, and everything is fading away
Please try not to cry, mom, I'm sure I'll be okay
Tell my friends who get through this, mom, I went to a better place
Tell them to wipe the tears away, mom, and put a smile on their face
You don't know how much I love you, mom, I don't want to say goodbye
But it's not really my decision, mom, when I have to die
My only way of living, mom, has just been denied
I had to die, mom, just so those two could be satisfied
Why did this happen at my school, mom, why did it happen here
How did this nightmare turn into reality, mom, it was my biggest fear
I'd heard about it so often, mom, and it never affected me before
Now all I can do is pray, mom, it won't happen anymore
They must have had anger bottled up inside them for so very long
Why couldn't this have been talked out, then maybe it wouldn't have gone this wrong
I'll never get to live my life, mom, or even be married or got to a prom
I'll never have grandchildren or even be a mom
I will never get to say hello, mom, or most of all say goodbye
I'll never have the feeling of a broken heart, mom, or have one good last cry
I'll never get to compose music, mom, or even write a book
I'll never go on a wild adventure, or be a famous cook
I'll never get to swim again, mom; I'll never get to run
I'll never get to take pictures, mom, whenever I had fun
But most of all I'll never get to do all the things I love
Because so soon in life, I was sent above
Just because you had to be satisfied
My goals and dreams for my life were rejected and denied
Where did it all begin, mom, why did this all start
Please don't cry, mom, don't have a broken heart
Don't feel bad for me, mom, and don't feel bad for my friends
All of us will live on in your heart, out lives will never end
There has to be a reason why we were lead down this twisted road of fate
Surrounded by this anger, and drowned by this hate
I only wanted to live, mom, was that too much to ask?
I only wanted my young life to last
All I keep thinking mom, is how did this happen, why did I have to die
My life sadly ended, through unspoken good-byes
Krystin Winstead and Jenn Buchalla 4/99
Today I walk past your room stealing a peek,
I wanted to protect you, but could not.
The memories of you I will always keep
Close in my heart to always treasure.
Now it is only your picture I hold to me.
God has called you to come to Him.
Now My Child, I will grieve for some time.
With tears in my eyes I whispered
I will always Love you
And Rest In Peace.
April 21, 1999
~~©1999 R. Law ~~
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