Betty Janko

She was a victim, also a victor.
Her life was cut short by a single shot.
Fate intervened, an unknown predictor,
Of who will live 'n who will not.

But the victory was hers after all,
Tho' her life was cut short, she lived again.
As she flew to HIM in HIS hallowed hall,
She gave to others whose dreams might have been.

Her soul in heaven, her body lay still,
It was apparent she would not survive.
Her heartbroken family honored her will,
To give of herself, to let others thrive.

We're all victims and victors, for it seems
Our decisions can affect everyone's dreams.

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