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PHYRNA ST MARY FOR INNOCENTS: NOVEMBER RAIN

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When you look into your eyes,
I can see a heart in slain.
Mama when you sold me,
Don't you know I feel the shame,
But nothin lasts forever,
And we both know you believe in change,
And it's hard to hold my struggles,
In the cold November Pain,
We the innocents been through this,
Such a long long time,
Just tryin' to hear our voice,
Yeahh..
But Abortion always come,
And innocents always go,
And no one's really sure,
Who's letting go today,
Abortion away.
If you could take the time,
To comfort me this time,
I could rest in tears,
Just knowin' that you were mine,
Always mine.
So if you want to leave me,
Then mommy say goodbye,
Co's I will surely end up dying,
In the cold November Pain.

Do you need some time
On your own?
I you gonna left me here
All alone,
Everybody needs some time
On their own,
Don't you know I need you now,
Co's Im alone.

I know it's hard to keep an open heart,
When even Pro Choice came out to harm you,
But if you could heal a broken heart,
Wouldn't be time to search for my Father?

And when your pain depressed you,
As my memory still remain,
I know that you can love me,
When there's no one left to blame,
So never mind the darkness,
You still can find a way,
CAUSE NOTHING LAST FOREVER,
EVEN COLD NOVEMBER PAIN.

Don't you think that you
Need somebody,
Don't you think that you
Need someone,
Everybody needs somebody,
Pro Choice is not the one,
My Father in Heaven is the only one.

Poet: William Joseph

read: 1079 times Rating: Date: 22 July, 2009

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