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A poem dedicated to those who suffer and those who's hand are tied by legalities. |
| From her beautiful eyes Fall the tears of too many Sorrows and too many fears. "And a child cries" She curls into her mother's lap And begs her to save her, So for her she fights. Her hands tied by those Who preach what is right But turn a blind eye To this angel's plight. "And her mother cries" Her innocence lost at the Hands of one she thought She could trust. She calls on God to save her But no one, not even God Can save her now. "And the Angels cry" Her faith gone and spirit broken, She has become a sacrificial token Of those who preach what is right But refuse to see her plight. And the Angel is lost At an unspeakable cost. "And God Cries" "And our world slowly dies" |