As we mourn the loss of innocence
No trumpets sound no angels cry
A mother screams unto the heavens
To ask why god would let her child die
Questions asked no answers given
People\'s words they pierce like thorns
Clumsy sentiment can\'t ease this grief
No pious wisdom will help them mourn
There is no meaning or great plan
No higher fate or Divine providence
No comfort found in hollow script
Can explain this loss off innocence