En Memoriam

I still see four smiling children eyes full of love and trust and a bitter deceiving serpent feeding on the dust We may never understand the minds of evil men Could it be part of a greater plan to teach the sinfulness of sin Is this the fruit of our free will that one could sink so low was the fate of these four children decided long ago I'll never know how this could happen It's not my place to ask why I don't know whether to cry and pray or whether to pray and cry