The world seemed quiet.
The teacher's eyes are sullen.
and the kids...
we're all so polite,
all so gentle
each breath filled with a cautious respect...
There's an air of despair,
as we mourn
one whom we loved.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
The world seemed quiet.
The teacher's eyes are sullen.
and the kids...
we're all so polite,
all so gentle
each breath filled with a cautious respect...
There's an air of despair,
as we mourn
one whom we loved.
-For Mr. Zetterberg, you made such a huge impact on so many students, I wish that I could have met you personally, but the happiness and courage you bestowed upon my friends makes me feel as if I know you, at least a little. You were young, but your memory and ways will live on.
