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Its hard enough trying not to cry,
but the tears burn right through my eyes.
As this empty void becomes a deeper hole
I begin to realize.
That if I could just hold her tight,
and tuck her in her bed at night.
Keep her safe and warm and all her feelings calm
while I sing her a lullaby.
I look outside of my window every day,
Hoping that I could hear her laugh as I watch her play.
but you say shes gone off to a better place,
So tell me God is she ok?
Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2011
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