A Voice from the Eastern Door

In Memory

My Angel Baby

I never got to see your eyes.

Or hold your hand, or hear your cries.

All I have are dreams of you,

Those of which, will never come true.

My heart sank the day that I knew,

I would never get to meet you.

The day I knew something was not...

 

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