Bull shoals
On the shoreline of the Bull Shoals
Raised the bodies of three small souls
In silence, they’ve rested there
Not to have seen worldly cares
There could have been
Now losses, not wins
Sweet innocent girls
Such lives are not unfurled
In a cemetery washed white
On a dusty road out of sight
We remember them still
Oh lives are that we’re never filled
Just a memory of life
From an era full of strife
Never forgotten through time
All with names so sublime
Generations fly by
Leaves a tear in my eye
Rest in Peace
