Too Many Children Gone, Beneath The Mourning Moon

In the quiet hallways, whispers echo still Of laughter once vibrant, now a silent chill Sandy Hook's young smiles, lost in shadows deep Twenty little stars, heaven bound to keep Parkland's halls cry out, seventeen dreams fell Promises unkept, under gunfire's spell Light a candle for the lives, stolen in their spring Sing a requiem soft, for the pain it brings Hold the names dear, of the children gone too soon Beneath the mourning moon, beneath the mourning moon Columbine's dark day, echoes a fearful cry Thirteen hearts stopped short, beneath April's sky Santa Fe whispers, of the ten who lay Dreams that ended swift, on that tragic day Voices soft and low, calling for a change Gentle pleas for peace, in a world so strange Light a candle for the lives, stolen in their spring Sing a requiem soft, for the pain it brings Hold the names dear, of the children gone too soon Beneath the mourning moon, beneath the mourning moon In the tears of mothers, in the fathers' sighs In the world's long wait, for the sun to rise Hear the quiet plea, through the heartache's hold For a change to come, for a future bold Look to tomorrow, let it not be grey Lift your voices high, don't let hope decay From Aurora's sorrow, to the lives still lost Time to shape a path, no matter the cost For the children's sake, let's rewrite the tale With love as the ink, and peace as the veil Light a candle for the lives, stolen in their spring Sing a requiem soft, for the pain it brings Hold the names dear, of the children gone too soon Beneath the mourning moon, beneath the mourning moon In every shadowed night, may we find the light Turn our grief to fight, for what is just and right May their memories inspire, a world reformed anew A place of peace, where love and hope break through