Little Flowers
Little babies the world failed you
Little babies the world let you die
Little flowers, with big dreams in your eye
Beautiful mothers the world failed you
Beautiful mothers the world let your babies die
And now here we are with our aching hearts and quivering tongues
And tearful eyes
Anguished along with you, as you hold their pictures tight
But your babies no longer miss your warmth
As God has always loved them far more,
And thus the angels of heaven hug them tonight









