She was not born to be a bride,
She had no child of her own.
When she faced evil face to face,
some will say she died alone.
But to the children whom she helped hide
when terror roamed those halls.
She didn't die for nothing
She died to save them all.
Some learn their purpose early,
Others at the final turn.
Many blunder blind through life.
There are those who never learn.
Someday past suffering and grief
may her family feel some pride.
She was Victoria Soto,
Not for nothing did she die.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 2:23 PM UTC
She was not born to be a bride,
She had no child of her own.
When she faced evil face to face,
some will say she died alone.
But to the children whom she helped hide
when terror roamed those halls.
She didn't die for nothing
She died to save them all.
Some learn their purpose early,
Others at the final turn.
Many blunder blind through life.
There are those who never learn.
Someday past suffering and grief
may her family feel some pride.
She was Victoria Soto,
Not for nothing did she die.
Written in honor of Victoria Soto a teacher at the school in connecticut who died saving the students in her first grade class.
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