Their faces blushed with youth,
As they gaze from up above.
They try to find a way,
To touch the ones they love.

Girls and boys together,
Joined in life and now in death.
All their friends and family know,
They should have never left.

They were the victims of violence,
Which rocks our world today.
Why were our precious children,
The ones who had to pay?

Their friends who now lie injured,
Are in loving arms today.
For now their guardian angels,
Are helping them to stay.

They’re standing by the bedsides,
Of the ones they left behind.
Their stroking anguished brows,
And trying to leave a sign.

Their friends are out there standing,
Their arms stretched toward the sky.
The angels only hope,
That they can feel their wings brush by.

They were called by God in heaven,
And there was no turning back.
So when you’re through with mourning,
Please do not dress in black.

Wear the colors of the rainbow,
Praise their life and not their death.
Fly some colored ribbons,
For the ones that still are left.

They did not die for nothing,
God needed strong, young hands.
They’re up in there in heaven,
To fulfill his master plan.

Raise your tearful eyes,
To where the mountains touch the sky.
And every day at twilight,
Your precious angels will fly by.