Lost Souls
He did not hear
life's sweeter callings, he saw dark
He did not hear
his soul lost, no God to revere
wanting, needing, hurting, hating
no course left, rage not abating
He did not hear
The children cry
for the angry son brought them death
the children cry
their was no time for long good bye's
twenty babies, he took their breath
his mother, teacher with the rest
the children cry
They are left now
as the bells of Christmas toll on
they are left now
in homes and churches they bow
crowds kneel to pray by Christ's manger
His compassion comforts strangers
They are left now
*Today in Newtown CT. 20 elementary children
and 6 members of the teaching staff were shot to death.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
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