Senseless

An ordinary Friday morning.
(How could this happen?)
Twenty-seven lives cut short,
eighteen of them children.
Little kids. Elementary schoolers. Innocent.
(Now they'll never get to grow up.)
Twenty seven families making funeral plans in Connecticut.
Those innocent kids.

How do you make sense of it all?
(They were just kids.)
How do you begin to justify this?
(Innocent lives ended, countless families shattered.)
This world's an ugly place, I guess.
(Those poor kids.)

How could this happen?