fresh mound of dirt
gazing at the stone
the little girl was five
not on this earth anymore
her soul reaped from her mothers arm
on the 13th of last month
why do some children leave
why bring into this world
just to take away
why cant i be free
why cant i just leave
dropping to the ground
picking up the knife
staring at the sky
it begins to rain
you cant see me cry
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