by Crystal Bustamante

Created on: June 22, 2009

THE DAY I DIED

I watched the children play
in the meadow of the sky
laughing and joking, just having fun
I watched the children play
on the day I died

I asked the maker of the universe
why, why had I died
without ever breathing the breath of life
that precious breath of life

And I want to know
why I was never loved
and why my mommy gave me up
tears fill my little eyes
here by my makers side

my maker takes me in his arms
and dries my little eyes
quietly he whispers
child, you are mine
and I will always love you

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