THIS BLEAK HEREAFTER

Written by: Cyndi MacMillan


They were our treasures, our daughters and sons,
deserving of futures and answered prayers,
now silenced forever by the roar of guns.

We each weep and clutch lonely teddy bears,
madness has robbed us of living blessings
deserving of futures and answered prayers.

What deforms a heart, there is no guessing,
please, hug your children, they may disappear…
madness has robbed us of living blessings.

Stolen, all wonders, stolen, happy tears,
so heed our message, this keening warning-
please, hug your children, they may disappear.

We are the anguished, the lost and mourning,
each night we still hear their precious laughter
so heed our message, this keening warning.

Memories survive this bleak hereafter, 
they were our treasures, our daughters and sons,
each night we still hear their precious laughter
now silenced forever by the roar of guns.