Christmas Eve In Sarajevo - 1995
Christmas Eve In Sarajevo - 1995
The Christmas of her death was coming on
an innocent not knowing she'd be gone
and out of many thousands, she's just one
the world would never miss.
She talked to baby Jesus Christmas Eve
her mother and her father couldn't grieve
it's all that they could do but to believe
and give her one more kiss.
Oh! Holy child of Bethlehem, they sing
and out of faith that He will always bring
the peace that's only known with dying's sting
all of her life has come to this.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013
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