• There was a girl named Emma,
    And Emma never cried.
    She was inside Kingman High School,
    On the day she died.
    Someone that she hated,
    Brought a gun to school.
    They never meant to hurt her,
    That someone was a fool.
    They only meant to scare her,
    They wanted her to fight.
    She used to be so bold,
    She used to use such might.
    Now staring in the face of death,
    She started now to see,
    How others felt when when pushed to far.
    How frightening it could be.
    The gun goes off as people scream,
    and sirens start to roar.
    The end of life for Emma,
    and soul begins to soar.