Talisha Hetrick Biography

When god calls little children to dwell with him above,
We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of his love.
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child, who does so much to make our world seem so wonderful and mild.
Perhaps god tires of calling the aged to his fold, so he picks a little rose bud before it can grow old.
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Forever in your heart when you speak of me,
Speak not with tears.
For thoughts of me should not be sad.
Let memories of the time we shared give you comfort.
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I trusted her,
Her words were so soft and so calm,
With no lies hidden beneath the sweet syllables.
Honesty was a big problem with us,
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She tells me to can it
She tells me I'm stupid
He tells me I'm worthless
He tells me I'm fat
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I am locked away,
In the center of my heart,
Or in the center of my soul.
No one can hear me,
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