Little children lying dead
Like white flowers stained deepest red
Heaven knows what went through their heads
While their parents watched with dread
Listening for every tread.

Now little girls can’t use their charms
Nor walk down the aisle on their father’s arm
And what about the little boys?
They will no longer need their toys

With every bullet and every bomb
Their parents’ dreams are dead and gone
How will they ever carry on?