It’s not just about those that were shot
That felt death on that April day
Every person in Columbine School
Was touched by the bullets spray.
The survivors will forever feel
The horror, the shock, the fear
As the Trenchcoat Mafia
Got closer. Got closer. Drew near.
These shots around the world were heard
And sadness overcame our hearts
What in the world was going on
That made our youth feel so apart?
Where did they lose their caring
How grew their souls so cold
How did the devil get into them
How was his agenda sold?
Each young person who experienced
This useless killing spree
Will relive it over and over
From it — they’ll ne’er be free.