Smile my little child.
Itll all be over in a while.
You hear that chirp
That deadmans cry
With wings as birds
They fly so high
Higher than the tower
From which they fell
Covered by ashes as they shower
Down upon the city whos hearts swelled
A list of names
Of those who tried
Do not bow your head in shame
Raise it for the three hundred and forty three
Of those who never came
To greet their spouse with glee
Instead flags take their place
And bagpipes play with grace
