one by one
the graves are filled
to the lovely children
whe were shot and killed
no more presents
no more laughs
no more memorys
for the ones who've passed
one by one
things taken down
its scary how things can turn around
ornaments have been packed away
tinsel has been thrown away
the lights have been taken down
but the little angel stands its ground
even though they rest in peace
there smile
there laugh
we will always keep
