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