20 Little Angels

20 little angels,
Watch from up above,
Their mommys' and their daddys'
Whom they do so love.

The day before,
They walked on the ground,
Learning and discovering,
When they heard the sound.

Twenty-nine shot,
Twenty-eight dead,
What thoughts were going,
Through the killer's head?

But all those little angels,
Don't remember a thing,
'Cause now they're all in Heaven,
And with joy do they sing.

The candy-coated gingerbread house,
A little angel was going to make,
Decorated it with Jesus,
And it's in the oven to bake.

The one that was going to,
Go pick out a Christmas tree,
Got it with Gabriel; compared to it,
the Rockefeller is tiny.

The one sitting on the cloud,
Eating cookies,
Was gonna bake them with her mom,
With icing and sprinklies.

The little girl with the dream,
Of wanting to fly,
Was granted her wish,
And now soars through the sky.