Who mourns for Caylee, sweet little thing,
Who besides the angels, who with her sing.
Who mourns for Caylee, with her eyes so bright,
Who was the one helped her find the light.
Who was the one, led her to the divine,
Leaving her little, frail human body behind.
Was he the one took her sweet little hand,
And took her up high to the promised land.
Is he the Avenger that will soon return,
And send the culprit to where she (he) will burn?
Will he bring the justice That Caylee's soul seeks,
As through the clouds each day she peeks?
No one leaves this world without paying their dues,
And God sees you do, no matter what accrues.
Though he is the one with the final say,
You won't leave this world, not until you pay.
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