Twenty-six souls transformed into Angels

Innocents taken away in a flash of fury

Bright eyed, care free and untouched by evil

Sweet little children of God gone home together to grow wings

To forever be young and happy soaring with flocks of Angels

Where you see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil

A blessed playground to run free and unharmed

Their heroes beside them to guide them

To shine their light on the small little Bethlehem in Newtown, Connecticut

A place where we all will meet and greet each other and Soar, Soar, Soar

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