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Mommy can I wear this please?
Asked my little girl.
I placed the ribbon in her hair
and drew back her golden curls.
She smiled at me and said thank you
Then rushed towards the door.
How was I to know that day
That I would see her never more.
A call came in from a family friend
Who told me what went on,
Two gunman came to her school that day
and now.. my little girl is gone.
In shock I hurried to the school
and prayed it couldn't be.
In vain I searched for a familiar face
Though her face I didn't see.
A man came up and took my hand
I guess I was screaming so.
All that I can remember
was saying please God, please God no...
There are no answers to ease my pain.
To let me know just why,
Such a beautiful little girl
like my daughter had to die.
Do we blame the guns that did the deed
Or do we blame the killers instead
Can there ever really be justice
For the one who now is dead.
Robbed was she of her precious life
For a cause we'll never know.
And though they'll be punished for what they did
How can I ever let go?
How can I live with the sorrow
as I face each setting sun.
A little girl is lost for ever
because an evil deed was done.
I am told to take comfort
that she's with the Lord on high
But my heart yearns for the chance
to have told my little girl good-by...
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