When springtime comes the Columbines grow, from the cooling water of the melting snow
It was April 20th the year of 99, many lives were taken all in their prime
Like beautiful flowers choked out by the vines - the thirteen martyrs of Columbine

We live in a time when there’s way too much crime
Students in school don’t obey the golden rule
Don’t do that to me - hey why can’t you see?
I wouldn’t do that to you - do you even have a clue?

Two youths full of hatred and dressed in black, committed a crime they can never take back
What was in their minds, no one can ever tell, because on that day they took their own lives as well
The deed that was done is unspeakably rotten, though their victims are gone - they will never be forgotten

Why do the many suffer for the pain of a few, I don’t like it at all, but don’t know what to do
Are we powerless to stop the insanity and madness and those who are causing all of this sadness?
There is the war on drugs and the war on thugs - we need more compassion, we need more hugs
As we suffer the pain of violence and strife, we must not forget the value of human life!

When springtime comes the Columbines grow, from the cooling water of the melting snow
It was April 20th the year of 99, many lives were taken all in their prime
Like beautiful flowers choked out by the vines - the thirteen martyrs of Columbine

Is our world becoming a living hell - many times it is very hard to tell
But in spite of the hatred, killings and dope - I just can’t help but try and hope
That love will prevail when everything else has failed
We must do what is right to ensure that our future is bright

When springtime comes the Columbines grow, from the cooling water of the melting snow
We must never forget what happened back then, and make very sure it never happens again
Like beautiful flowers choked out by the vines- the thirteen martyrs of Columbine

Copyright LJ Fullerton 1999