little fingers play on the lines of my face
dreams that come but never gain
control of life or find their place
little fingers soon replaced
lay them still down by my side
what can we do but try not to cry
mourn the missing empty space
you will soon try to replace
in the closet what to wear
black like night seems to bare
but too harsh for such a soul
little baby fingers and toes
will they lay you down to rest
in a bed of eternity’s peace
paint your face and brush down your hair
we will all miss the blue eyes and cowlicks you bared
little questions from children’s voices
answers seldom fulfill the void
no one understands the choices in this world
we can't answer your questions little girl
store him somewhere close to you
your heart, your sleeve, your pocket, your dreams
you've been cursed with the fairness of this earth
from birth to death you will face the worst
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