Dread seeped into your bones
The day you came to face
That your little baby
Had passed away
She was only twenty-three
Barely just a babe
Your sad today
When you came to face
The box where
Your baby now lies
She was only twenty-three
Barely just a babe
Pain fills your heart
The day you came to face
The little girl
Standing before those huge gates
She was twenty-three
Barely just a babe
When she came back to you
She looked only three
Your precious love
Darling child
Came to meet her mama again
When mama had gone
She had cried
But she was twenty-three
And living her life
When time decided to finally run out
She had clenched her heart
Fallen to the ground
She was twenty-three
The day she died
She was twenty-three
The day she laid in her box
She was twenty-three
The day she started walking
The stair steeper, and steeper
Until she stood in front of huge gates
She was three when she meet her mama
She was three when they cried for her
She was three and twenty when she left
She was just three when she arrived
And mama stood crying
Proud, true
Sad for her baby
But happy to have her back
In the arms
Where she belonged.
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