My friend's name is Nora; she's all alone.
She lives at the group home, 'cause her family's gone.
And everyone there tries to see her side,
But Nora she has lost her will to fly.
They told me that Nora, she left today.
'Cause now that she's eighteen, she's too old to stay.
But how can they not see! Lord, tell me
Why Nora's got no place on earth to be.
I just read that Nora was killed last night.
The paper said two girls got into a fight.
Though doctors would try to pull her through,
Her time to leave the earth was overdue.
I think about Nora most every night,
And wonder why God would so soon end her life.
Why could no one else see that maybe
Sweet Nora's place on earth was here with me.
Sweet Nora's place on earth was home with me.
My friend's name was Nora.
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