Beautiful Gifts
Those little angels that joined the rest, guided by the teachers they trust.
Twenty beautiful gifts still babes, taken from this world.
Six teachers, molders of young minds, their influence will never be forgotten.
A man used good inventions for an evil purpose and he will answer for it.
Those beautiful gifts, those little angels, are safe now free from worry and pain.
We need not worry for them, but pray for those left behind that must learn to cope.
The beautiful gifts, still babes, that lost friends and family that fateful day, those we need to pray for.
My heart and soul goes out to those that remain.
I wish I could hug them all and tell them that the world isnt all that bad.
There are good people, those teachers that gave their lives to save them.
Let them never be forgotten, and let those beautiful gifts have peace in thier hearts.
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