She always saw the bright side
No matter how deep she knifed
She always found her way out
And a person to confide
But now she’s dead and buried
No lover to look in her eyes
If someone said they loved her
She’d always look so surprised
But there was nothing to be unloved
No matter how silently she often cried
She would look toward her mother
Who would give her life to save this child
One last heart beat
She looked up toward the sky
With one last silent thought
She lets out a deep down sigh
“If only I had loved her loved her I never would have cried
When I saw her laying an unforgiving child
She wouldn’t have surrendered to the cold blunt knife
If only I had hugged her every moment she was alive.

 
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