Sweet Columbine by Dharmabum

Dharmabum's Comments:  I wrote this song on April 20th 1999 while watching the story unfold on TV.   For all the people who have lost children to violent crime.  Ron.

April 20 just another day, 
Oh columbine, 
Except for those who got in the way, 
Oh sweet columbine, 

The class of nineteen hundred ninety nine, 
With the smell of smoke& columbine, 
Fifteen gone before their time, 
In sweet columbine. 

Some are injured some are dead, 
Oh columbine, 
It could've been our kids instead, 
Oh sweet columbine, 

It might have been you or me, 
No one knows what their fate will be, 
It could've been our destiny, 
To be in sweet columbine. 

The experts sit and analyze, 
Oh columbine, 
Won't stop the tears falling from our eyes, 
Oh sweet columbine, 

They'll never find the reason to be, 
Anything but stupidity, 
The answers up to you and me, 
In sweet columbine. 

What kind of boys could cause this pain, 
Oh columbine, 
Something snapped & they went insane, 
Oh sweet columbine, 

What could we do what could we say, 
That might have changed that fateful day, 
This will never fade away, 
In sweet columbine. 

There is a flower that grows in spring, 
Oh columbine, 
Upon the graves of children gone, 
Oh sweet columbine, 

Where they will lie for the rest of time, 
In a bed of columbine, 
Their memory burning in our minds, 
In sweet columbine. 

April 20 just another day, 
Oh columbine, 
Except for those who got in the way, 
Oh sweet columbine, 

No matter what the reasons be, 
It'll never make sense to me, 
Cause it could never happen here you see, 
In sweet columbine.