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A Little Child
Tonight a little child lays in her bed and cries Her little fingers, clinging to her favorite teddy bear Her blanket soak and wet, where she lies For she was alone one more night, with her tears Her mommy's left, for another night on the town As she lays alone, in the darkness and her tears Inside her tiny chest, she hears a little sound As the dark quiet room, brings out her little fears A little child left alone, a baby Two little arms reaching out, to be held Another Angel lays crying, for her mommy As her whimper turns her tone, into a wale As the lonely dark night, turns into day Her restless soul catches up, to the man He takes her little hand and leads her away For her journey in life, has been ran Her innocence all gone, scars left on her skin Her face now blue, veins broken and torn She was just a little Angel, that could never win For she was pushed aside, since the day she was born A little child left alone, a baby Two little arms reaching out, to be held Another Angel lays crying, for her mommy As her whimper turns her tone, into a wale
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