Alabama

These children unoffending, innocent, and beautiful Were the victims of one of the most vicious and tragic crimes Ever perpetrated against humanity The death of these little children may lead our whole Southland From the low road of man's inhumanity to man to the high road of peace and brotherhood They did not die in vain God still has a way of wringing good out of evil Good night, sweet princesses Good night Those who symbolise a new day And may the flight of angels Take thee to thy eternal rest God bless you This is not what you taught Nineteen sixty three once us brought It's absurd What is to say, dear Lord? We know that God made us so, Fearless and frale, Not the reason why One should go to a jail. All made from one we know that, There is no doubt it is true, Even though still our minds are flat, Time to ta-ke stones we threw. Look back at Lots of tragic moments of life They saw a night-hag Sorrow, pain Bloody lane Passing though victims and blamed now it's time To claim! There's no other frame: All made one Learn that son, All made one, Learn that son.