By J.T. Thompson
On April 20th '99, 15 died at Columbine.
Children and teachers were killed and maimed.
Our lives were changed, we're no longer the same.
Images beyond compare,
Loss of words, vacant stares.
Children running, gunshots, screams,
Lives destroyed, shattered dreams.
Stone-faced parents filled with fear,
Shaking, trembling, shedding tears.
Mothers, fathers, siblings too.
Waiting, wondering, this can't be true.
Rumore are spreading and the fear starts to grow,
No one is sure, what do they know?
Children are crying, many in shock,
While the minutes of time go by, tic tock.
Names are called out of those that are safe.
Tears start to flow, and the Parent's hearts race.
Running to children with open arms,
Holding them close, they're now safe from harm.
They now comfort others that continue to wait,
For news of their children, it's now getting late.
Friends were lost, others saved,
A reality check, what do we say?
Hate, revenge? Who really knows?
But we must recover and on we go.
Understanding is what we need,
Love and peace, let's plant that seed.
Hug your child and show them you care,
And for the children we all must be there.
Take their hand and lead the way,
And restore their faith for a brighter day.
Let them know it's OK to cry,
And not be afraid to ask WHY, WHY, WHY.
Yes, Colorado was changed that day,
And the tragedy left many with nothing to say.
The fear that day touched everyone,
And we're now left to cope with the damage done.
In time the pain may fade away,
And we'll all remember this horrific day.
From this day forward our loives have changed,
It has touched us all, we're no longer the same.
"MAY GOD BLESS THE FAMILIES"
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