Angel Child of Mine

Sweet little baby,

Rest in peace ,

in the arms,

of the lord,

they say,

never question,

the masters decisions,

I can't help, 

not to wonder,

why mine,






all suceed,

with they seed,

not me,

as far as I can see,

they say forget,

and move on,

be strong,

but I still mourn.

then again,

they say,

all the greatest, 

die young,

so take your wings,

my precious,

Angel child,

it wont be long, 

till I have another,

but one things for sure,

I will always be your mother.


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