Beautiful Child
Little girl with eyes so pretty
Why do you weep
Is it the foggy future that stares you down
Or the black past that haunts you?
Dear child dry your eyes
The pain will slip through your fingers
As the tears pour harder
She relives her past, explaining the tears
Weep no more precious child
God sees your pain
He hears your cries of frustration
He knows whom you cry on account of
Salvation shall be rendered
No more pain shall be felt while in his arms
Talk to him dear child
Praise his name
For he is the all knowing creator
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