By Julia Engström.

I really really wanna say.
That everything will be okay.

But I'm sorry, I can't lie.
I hope your souls can fly.

Hope you are smiling up there.
And feeling no more fear.

Too much darkness, too much tears.
Too much sorrow, too much fears.

My heart is aching.
I think it's breaking.

We all know that when children die.
The whole world is put on stand by.

It must be an end to all the murder.
For sure it can not continue any further.

Too many babies are gone.
Can't believe what they've done.

All I can say is, fly little angel, fly.
I will sing for you, your last lullaby.