The Right Wrong
Her tiny little face,
So innocent and gentle,
So close to being free,
To being alive.
Perfect little fingers and perfect little toes,
My whole life through a moment in her eyes.
Too beautiful for me,
Too precious to let be,
A glimpse of what could be for me to know,
Now I know I can’t stay here,
Suddenly it’s all so clear,
She needs me,
I have no choice,
I have to go.
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