The morning Winter cold
The prise I pay for a decision bold
Loss unbearable

Whomb to young I watched you grow
Memories make me creech sorrow
God please turn back time

Thinking back to that day
Quite a thought you sit and play
A dreadful sound tore threw me

I did not see yet
But running I knew what would be
Dolls and rainbow pictures bloody

A broken princess in my arms

In an instance my life useless
Taken that day priceless
I will stay till you leave

For a second time that day
Death came out to play
This will soon be forgotten

Just a fading memory
To be continued...

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