Every Day

A little girl or boy, an innocent child of barely any age.
You had a life ahead of you, some would be police officers, some would be nurses,
Some would be musicians, and others teachers.
Your life was taken, taken away. 

But I really think our memories of you can keep you alive.
I think of you, maybe not individually, but you kids as a group, every day.
Your lives will never fade, 
Not as long as we remember what you could have done,
Who you could have been.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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