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The Letter
She wished one Christmas
That all would be alright
Sometimes she cries at night
She can’t seem to find the light
The pencil in her hand
She wished was completely banned
Her hand shook like an earthquake
She hoped it wasn’t too late
The pencil fell down
And she spun around
Only a light sound
Had scared her out of jumping out
Finished her letter
Thought it couldn’t get better
Laid it down under the tree
Said it was just for me
The next morning come
And she was just so young
When I read that slip of paper
Tears seemed to fall like vapor
Her voice played in my head
It said she should be dead
She was just that girl who tried to be
Like everyone who shut her down
This Christmas can go on without me
And so I prayed that day
That she would be okay
Up there in heaven above
Like an angel, kind of
I knew she’d been so sad
But not that bad
Tears kept raining down
Like the snow down town
That Christmas morning was sorry
It couldn’t help but not be starry
The sky looked down in sadness
It drove me to madness
And so I prayed and prayed
Until you came down to my aid
Said she was alright but shaken up
She was like a little wolf pup
And I thanked you then
And I said amen
But I knew
It would all go askew
…
Sometimes life can pull you down
Sometimes you run out of nouns
Can’t finish a story, you had already started
But I was too fainthearted…
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