Holly M. Doyon (12/03/98 / Maine)

She was blessed
With all your prayers
She would cry
And you would care
You gave her sympathy
She fell in love
But you always told her "You are my dove"
She cried in your arms
As you held her tight
She could explain to you all her fright
But you didn't let her take the wrong road
You would always come to show
You gave her sympathy
And she fell in love.