Columbine is Broken

Columbine is Broken

A century ends in disgrace,
Reflections of the human race,
Rainbows born out of misty tears,
And no one sees and no one hears;

Near rocky slopes of mountains high,
Thirteen white doves rise in the sky,
Symbolic wings rustle above,
In memory of kids we love;

Words of grief should not be spoken,
Now that Columbine is broken,
From our living souls teardrops bleed,
Like gems on which Satan will feed;

A sea of ribbons*blue and white,
Cloaks the land in reverent light,
Only time will erode the pain,
Departing earth was not in vain;

Thirteen points of light deep in space,
Illuminate a holy place,
Oh, Columbine Constellation,
Guide us toward our salvation