Today we say Goodbye

A little girl, six years old,
Lies in her final bed.
The last moments of fear, of unmistakable dread,
Do not show upon an innocent face.
The white-pink, sweet lace,
Hide the scars of attack.
It hides wounds from bullets, 
That caused her final breath to come to early.
She was only an innocent girl-
murdered because of selfish want.

Two parents weep from the grief of loss,
Standing beside a grave.
They huddle together,
In mourning black.
They stand in misting rain,
Tears from Angels above-
As they bury their only child. 

A song picks up,
As the two slowly place a rose,
Upon the coffin, her place of eternal slumber; 
“Let us pick up the innocent,
On the wings of an angel.
Let the shade of our wings be the
Saving grace they need.
Forever shall they be protected,
On the wings of an angel.
Today we say goodbye,
Only on Earthly grounds it means.
We are never truly gone.”

The parents stop and listen,
As they watch their baby girl
Fade so far away,
Forever out of reach.

They will never know what it means-
To protect their daughter from
Boys who want to use her. 
They will never know the feeling
That comes when she is getting ready for Prom.
A father who will never know the joy of
Walking his daughter down the aisle.
A mother who will never know the feeling,
Of seeing her daughter happily married.

“Let us pick up the innocent,
On the wings of an angel.
Let the shade of our wings be the
Saving grace they need.
Forever shall they be protected,
On the wings of an angel.
Today we say goodbye,
Only on Earthly grounds it means.
We are never truly gone.”
The song echoes through their minds,
As they head to their car.

Hearts are laden with stone,
As they leave their daughter behind.
Memories are strong and vivid,
Bringing tears to already red eyes.

Little girl, six years old,
Lies forever in her final bed.
She is an eternal slumber,
Dressed in snowy white frills, 
With light pink blooms peaking through.
An innocent face that looks up to heaven,
as her spirit roams with the angels.

As her spirit drifts further and further way, 
Her parents are ambushed by last memories.
Their little girl lays on the cold tile floor, 
Her Sunday blue and white lace dress, 
Darkened red with blood.
"Mommy! Daddy! I'm scared!"
"Everything will be okay. Just hang on."
Frantic and angered eyes looked up from their dying daughter, 
To the man that caused her pain. 
"I can't hang on no more Mama," 
Came her soft innocent voice 
on life's last breath.