He was just a child

Child, he was just a child
He was shot in cold blood
With no reason, but he was the victim
Children, children, children
These children were young
They probably thought they did something wrong

I remember when I was young
I never thought there was barriers
Never thought I was one
Never really was afraid
No scary stories of children slain

Child, that child went to heaven
God has his hand on him

That man
Killed himself and the innocent ones
A huge tragedy in his wake
And no apologies will ever be made

Killing mothers, killing brothers
Your hurting on the inside, but
Don't hurt others

I'm scared, but not for me
I'm scared for humanity

Child, he was just a child

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