Blue eyes, brown hair. Walks into school with her mom. She signs her in gives her a kiss, i love you honey have a good day ill be waiting.
She doesn't know that will be that last time she'll see her baby's blue eyes full of life.
She walks into class with visions of last Christmas all worries are gone until she hears the pull of a trigger.
She sees her fate. It hurts at first but it keeps coming. The pain fades as memories fill the air. Her body goes numb, and her hands fall as police officers enter the hall.
Young mom gets a call that should have never come. The voice says that her school was involved in a shooting, and her daughter didn't make it out.
The voice says she is sorry, but doesn't know the pain. Her hands falls and gasps for air, and it hits her her daughter isn't coming home.
All alone walking down the wrong aisle. Entwines her baby's hands into hers. Gives her the last kiss, her blood goes cold.
Christmas presents sit under the tree. She puts them out every Christmas Eve. Its been 3 years, but she will never forget what that man will never regret.
Its not the gun or the pull of the trigger, but dont forget our rights and laws. Just stop pointing fingers. Lets just stop and remember the lives that were lost that day, and the debt we pay to them. Please don't let this change your mind guns aren't the problem mad minds are.Let get people help that's what we need not our rights not being free.
