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Innocent |
| Written by Sorrow Is My Mask | |
| Tuesday, 29 April 2008 | |
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Innocent
She can't help but wonder, staring at herself If god ever really cared about her, unable to tell
As she glides her numb fingers along that painful tear Along with those fingertips come the last bit of hair
Her eyes, no longer ones of gratitude Instead her pain sets in at its greatest magnitude
For there was a time when her life was full of joy She used to push him on that swing, her lovely precious boy
But now as he comes in to see he, she pushes him away She can't bear to let him see her decomposing face
He cries back down the hallway, he doesn't understand Why his mother is no longer able to hold his little hand
She lays in bed sunrise to sunset Her cancer in its strongest form, and she needs so much rest
Her days are numbered, she realizes that Her hope has diminished, faith has gone abstract
Picking herself up to eat her daily meals Requires the most strength, when her weakness shows so clear
Lying with her head facing that beautiful family portrait When the cancer takes her, it's life she will be forced to forget
All her life she was the most innocent of her kind Why did she deserve this disease, why did she have to die
But to her surprise there is a sudden change in her heartbeat As it starts to fade her eyes close into an unlimited sleep Copyright 2008 Sorrow Is My Mask |
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