Masters Of the Skies

They were the masters of the skies
 Devils in dark disguise
 Smoke clouds our eyes
 As we cry.
 Our children left us behind
 To meet Christ who held them high
 And helped them face death with pride.
 Don't cry, World, don't cry
 We won't lay down to die
 Though there are countless who lost their lives
 In the Name of Jesus, they are alive.
 We will move on with pride
 And be better than before with time.
 Peace will be
 For all to see
 And evil will have to flee.