For the children who have left here,
And soared through the astral plains,
Unto the arms of heaven,
Though the memories remain,

Now play games with the cherubs,
In clouds beyond the sky,
Running free without restraint,
Living out their new found lives,

No bombs haunt each sleep,
No fist begets each fear,
They are set free to wander,
In a child’s eternal years.

This poem was written/submitted by David Cannon.