"God Rest Their Souls" genre: Folk Rock
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	This song was recorded exactly ten days after the crash of flight 800. Portraying the lives of those on board the plane and their families, as well as those who retrieved their bodies as described by The Cleve. Plain Dealer
	CD: Faith Hope and Righteousness   Label: Independent,Fisher Music,Thompson, Ohio Credits: Rick Drew- writer July 1996
	Story Behind the Song This song was recored exactly ten days after the crash of flight 800. Portraying the lives on board the plane,their families,and those that retrieved their bodies as described in the Cleve. Plain Dealer Lyrics It was a random night By the count of mankind it was The 17th of July Attention Please all passengers Prepare now to board It was a random flight 500,00lbs. of mass Taking off for the sky This is Captain Snyder speakin', Buckle up, all baggage secure Oui messieur chimed the 16 high school students From the small town of Montoursville Their eyes sparkling like shredded life jackets That would soon illuminate their saltwater grave Tres bien whispered the French Class teacher To her daughter beside her in the window seat This Parisian trip a graduation gift that she gave It was a random time 8:12 flight 800 Departed the runway line First officer Kevorkian Was ther at the scene There was a random sight Like a shooting star Ascending into the night An eyewitness reports a flash A blip on the screen Merci Beaucoup said Ruth and Edwin Brooks To the stewardess approaching in the isle Here by chance to work this shift For another who escaped fates tragic hold Bon Voyage cried the spirit of 230 lives 13,000ft. above ground The U.S.S.Grasp retrieves The shells of their souls It was a random act Of inhumanity Striking a pointless attack Mechanical malfunction? A missile? A bomb? Who knows? There's all the random facts Investigation to aid The identification task Family members find onshore vigils Replacing their hopes Il est temps de partir echoe the voices of those loved ones lost at sea From Fire Island to the Plaza Hotel Remaining relatives wait, so many tears cried Dieu Donne Le Repos a Son Ame Go with God is all we can say With so much to live for For so little they died

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