In skies of crimson hue,
tragedy unfolds,
Innocent city's tale of woes untold. Where cries of anguish paint the air,
And hearts are burdened with despair
So much for peace,
So much for the good things
That life brings with it.
Then, what is this I am seeing?
Why are the children weeping?
Despair has engulfed the air,
Tears flow...