NUMB!
My Soul feels as if it holds lead,
Feelings spinning confused inside my Head.
Innocense stripped away from my Heart
Our whole world seems to have been ripped apart!
Foolishness, Maddness, complete utter Saddness!
God, send Us down Thy Angels to brighten our Night!
Help Heal our Hearts hit by this Cowardly Evil Spite!
Take Home the Innocents stolen from this Land,
Comfort Them Dear Lord,
Guide Them with Thy Merciful Hand!
LET THEM NOT HAVE PERISHED IN VAIN!
Written by J. Z. Porter
(c) September 16, 2001 |
