Sandy Hook

Tell the Moms it didn't happen Tell the Dads it isn't so Pretty little roses blooming In the garden – row on row – Pretty little blossoms folding Petals falling to the floor Falling into angels rising Sprouting wings on which to soar Smite the gunman at the trigger! Seize the madman at the gun! Little voices in the hallway Little faces in the sun Little feet upon the heavens With the morning just begun – Strike the harp, and hold the fiddle Let the bells peal out the tune Mournful as the lonely shepherd 'Ere the clock is noon Mourning for his little flock Going home too soon – And when the news had broken And gotten all abroad The stoutest of the stoutest hearts Could only weep aloud For here the pact was broken For here the seal was lost For here the children were not spared The devil's holocaust And startled in his earthly robes His heart gone sudden cold Himself a witness to the siege Even God arose And with a savage grace That moved without a sound Turned the barrel on itself And with the final round Emptied out the chamber And smote the demon down –