In the winter of fifty seven,

A small boy's soul returned to heaven

It seems that God had called his name,

Too soon for us to ever explain

How a human grown and coy,

Could do this to a little boy.

All the good that man has done,

Could not be found with this little one.

To hurt a child is the greatest sin,

But evil does it again and again.

We need to pray for all the lambs