On one sad day we lost our Joy
Hopes and dreams crushed to dust
Our hearts abused like a toy
Within two days we lost our trust

Sorrow felt through out the land
Loved one’s stolen without a thought
Gone forever by a madman’s hand
Young and old our soul’s distraught.

Now with empty hearts our joy is lost
We pray to God help us find our way
Asking why oh God such a terrible cost
In this poem God told me what to say

All my children listen to my voice
Let my love surround and heal your soul
I had no say in this madman’s choice
Satan owned this evil troll.

My beloved Nova Scotia this to will pass
Let Satanic evil not steal your Joy
Your loved ones are safe here in mass
In Heaven’s home let Satan have his boy

Find your Joy in your clear blue skies
Your sparkling sea and country roads
Your kitchen parties and Grandma’s pies
Let My Love heal your hearts and lift your loads.