Our babies are gone.
Yes, they were ours, even though we didn’t know them.
The ones to carry on, taken from us.
Our future, our pride, and our joy.
Stolen from us in one horrible minute.
One chance, one decision of doom.
I cry tears for the families of these precious young ones.
I cry tears for a heart so lost that it could justify this act.
I am in pain for us all.
We must learn all there is to know of love.
A love to rise up and keep us going.
Yes, our babies are gone.
Will we honor their memory by doing better?
It’s the gift we can give them.
It’s the love we can show Manchester.