Bullets come calling for Christmas br Children they cry out in fear br Classrooms no longer for teaching br Gunfire is all that they hear br br Teachers huddle to protect their flock br In reassuring whispers they speak br Don't be afraid, the good men will come br To protect the young and the weak br br A river of parents tears now flow br They search for the reasons why br Their little angels were taken away br Asking, God why did they have to die br br How many tragedies must unfold br Before America finally awakes br Laws on guns now must be changed br Or more angels will pay for their mistakesbr br Ken Duffybr br