We Have Children

We have children in America,

who are climbing,

the stairs to Heaven.

Twenty of them,

with their tiny feet,

they climb to meet,

the Most High!

One by one,

they will sing,

an angel’s song.

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! Its beautiful here God,

but I wish I could have had time,

to say goodbye to my mom!

Then America cries,

an ocean of tears!

We have children in America,

who has suffered,

at the hands,

of a madman with a gun.

Precious children,

their smiles,

like the shining sun.

We have children,

who were spared,

but now they live,

with fear,

from gunshots ringing

in their tiny ears.

Innocent children,

off to school they went,

and no one knew,

their life would end,

in a split second.

As America cries,

an ocean of tears,

we wait for the answer,

Why?

We have children,

in America,

that shouldn’t have died!