Dunblane

The shroud of death upon their faces
their complexion a grey hue,
and yet that smile of innocence
bright light that pulls me through.
But no, that was a memory
flickering in the dark
my mind protecting me from all I see
life snuffed out
my little spark.
Incomprehensible loss, such
fear It can’t be mine
my heart will break
just separate, stop beating in my chest
if the police come forth into this room
wielding my child’s name next.
Beneath the headmasters desk we hid
the bangs of death rang out.
Stay here, stay put, the headmaster
said as I find out what it’s all about.
We stayed, we hid, we didn’t move,
despite the shouts and screams.
The noise of those shots ringing out still
haunt me in my dreams.
Twenty years have passed on by
but we never will forget
the ones we lost
we suffer still
the memories still fresh.
We’ll power on, we’ll power through
we’re here to live our lives.
The people of Dunblane will show we
are not paralysed.
What happened here that awful day its
significance lives on,
and we will speak and we will pray for
those now lost and gone.
we’re here to live our lives.
The people of Dunblane will show we are not paralysed.
What happened here that awful day its significance lives on,
and we will speak and we will pray for those now lost and gone.

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