Baby Girl
Be quiet now child now don't cry.
Watch out the window as the soldiers pass by.
There is your daddy, gun slung on his back.
He will protect us from the attack.
He will come back to us.Won't he?
Its not my fault! He loves me.
Or at least he used to.
Copyright © Louise Reilly | Year Posted 2007
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