In a year or so, It shall be twenty years
Since your loved ones have had to grieve.
So much has come to light, very little has been done.
We're all praying that Justice shall be won.
The man they say killed you, Was convicted and sit's
In Prison. But those that actually did this cruel
Deed, are Definately a different shade than you and me.
Not only shall justice be served on those that actually
Did this horrible deed; Those that covered it up, In court
Should they also be. Your deaths were not in vain,
My Sweet Children of Atlanta, For Justice shall be won,
In each of your precious names.