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The Letter
She wished one Christmas
 That all would be alright 
 Sometimes she cries at night
 She can’t seem to find the light
 The pencil in her hand
 She wished was completely banned
 Her hand shook like an earthquake 
 She hoped it wasn’t too late
 The pencil fell down
 And she spun around
 Only a light sound
 Had scared her out of jumping out
 Finished her letter
 Thought it couldn’t get better
 Laid it down under the tree
 Said it was just for me
 The next morning come 
 And she was just so young
 When I read that slip of paper
 Tears seemed to fall like vapor
 Her voice played in my head
 It said she should be dead
 She was just that girl who tried to be
 Like everyone who shut her down
 This Christmas can go on without me
 And so I prayed that day
 That she would be okay
 Up there in heaven above
 Like an angel, kind of
 I knew she’d been so sad
 But not that bad
 Tears kept raining down 
 Like the snow down town
 That Christmas morning was sorry
 It couldn’t help but not be starry
 The sky looked down in sadness
 It drove me to madness
 And so I prayed and prayed
 Until you came down to  my aid
 Said she was alright but shaken up
 She was like a little wolf pup
 And I thanked you then
 And I said amen
 But I knew 
 It would all go askew
 …
 Sometimes life can pull you down
 Sometimes you run out of nouns
 Can’t finish a story, you had already started
 But I was too fainthearted…

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