In your innocence, not knowing right or wrong
Laughing, you fly into the arms of God
I compose this poem teary eyed
Heaven's door is waiting for you
Fly, fly my little angels
Bombs and bullets don't care
Sent to you by a cruel race
Who claim they are a special people
What kind of God decrees that
Fly, fly my little angels
Suddenly, with the drop of a bomb
Dropped by a murderer flying high in the sky
You had to die
Not knowing that they don't care
Fly, fly my little angels
A self-proclaimed bunch of liars
They have willing minions
Who will die for this odious race
Cruel eyes laid upon you
Fly, fly my little angels
You are now free of the troubles of the earth
Flying on wings, you can laugh
Innocent laughter is precious
More precious that all the wealth in the world
Fly, fly my little angels
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