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Heavens Door
Hoodie up around her ears
Hiding face and flowing tears
Bruise on cheek from hand's hard blow
Pain and burning in her side
Injuries to deep to hide
Searing soul that leaves no pride
Self esteem is but a word
Silent screams are never heard
Then one day a blow to head
Leaves this child lifeless,
cold and dead
CSI is on the way
Too late to save
Too late to pray
Angel band is waiting near
Will rise with her to
Father dear
Then in heaven
she'll take her place
No more bruises on her face
The gentle spirits
waiting there
Will hold her gently
Stroke her hair
She'll never remember life before
Once she enters
Heaven's door.
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