Breakthrough Prologue

Softly, softly through the trees The leaves come falling down Colors floating in the air Colors floating everywhere! They hardly make a sound They hardly make a sound Rolling slowly back to school We children hear the bell Teacher says the golden rule: Kindness given follows you We children hear the bell We children hear it louder– Pop! Pop! In the hall! We children hit the ground Evelyn is all in red Evelyn was my best friend We children hit the ground We hardly make a sound In the steeple, in the town The people sing their prayers: Spare our children from such harms Hold them in our loaded arms And never put them down We'll never put them Softly, softly to the ground The tears come floating down What can take a child's place? What is worth a child placed So gently in the ground? It hardly makes a sound