Mourning Song

They're fairies in the yard tonight, I saw their silver twinkling lights, they're spreading magic fairy dust, to heal the wounds that broke our trust. The garden gnomes have come to life, to mend our souls so wracked with strife, their curly shoes are capped with bells, they sing a song of mending spells. The magic of this place is strong, I wonder why things went so wrong, I need to cry or I will pop, but fear the tears will never stop. The calmness of the lake belies the sorrow deep behind our eyes, I pray but wonder if God sees man's inhuman evil deeds. They're fairies in the yard tonight, I wish they could make all things right, the garden gnomes let their spells fly, and I am left to wonder why. All the peace and beauty's gone, and life is just a mourning song, So now I just avert my eyes, and evil comes as no surprise.