The Last
As they kiss their parents good bye
not nowing it will be the last
as they call their parents names not
knowing it would be the last
As the parents kiss their child
thinking they will see their child
again after school
As they walk the child into the
school thinking it was a safe place to
be
Not knowing what the day had plain
The phone rang as she answer the
phone the words she wish she never
heard"your child had been kill"as she
drop to her knees and started to cry
she scream why lord she was pure
she was sweet why you took my
child
Copyright © Tamina Hill | Year Posted 2012
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