We trusted..Guardian Angels..to safeguard the way.. to carry..all of us..through another safe day.. but now..sixteen tiny souls..we reach out..to above.. desperately needing..to feel safe..to feel loved Where's the Guardian Angels?..there work was not done.. their neglect changed to terror..our..hour of fun.. tiny spirits..now searching..scattered..in fear.. Where's the Guardian Angels?..Why aren't they here?.. We must stick togeather..all of us..sixteen.. for our journey to heaven..has started out a bad dream.. We must not look back..at this sight..man has done.. Bless our families..our friends..we'll miss everyone.. OH LOOK! THERE'S OUR TEACHER!..please come..take our hand!.. Watch over us..teach us..for we don't understand.. and by the eternal promise..and the prayers from behind.. may GOD open up HEAVEN..where we'll be safe..for all time.
Reason for writing:
to express the thought that even tho the Guardian Angels
did not keep the Dunblane children safe from harms way, the
teacher will care for these poor little children and they
will be safe forever under the protection of God in heaven.
Birth sign: Not entered
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