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Only Thirteen

The day it starts, leaving at 6 am Walking to my car, everyday it begins This windy morning, the rustling sound I look and see a flyer appear on the ground She was only thirteen, Been missing a week Brown hair and blue eyes And freckled cheeks Last seen on a night When she went to the store Last word was goodbye As she walked through the door My heart in my mouth She’s my daughter’s age Gave feelings of sadness A sense of rage The thought of a baby A lamb with the wolves Sent shivers of fear, Thoughts knowing, no good She was only thirteen, Been missing a week Brown hair and blue eyes And freckled cheeks Last seen on a night When she went to the store Last word was goodbye As she walked through the door My prayers for her family And all of her friends Good thoughts and kind wishes Are all I can send I’ll spend my day hoping While doing daily tasks That she will return safely That is all that I ask If there’s a Lord up in heaven I believe, yes, there is Then help this poor family And grant me my wish I pray that she’s fine now Maybe just lost on the way And hope she’s not taken In a mere awful way She was only thirteen, Been missing a week Brown hair and blue eyes And freckled cheeks Last seen on a night When she went to the store Last word was goodbye As she walked through the door It’s been three whole months now No sign of this girl The parents’ only child They lost their whole world That poor missing girl On the flyer on the ground Just where did you go? Why can’t you be found?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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