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Life
I gave life to a beautiful child.
When he was nine he tried to die.
As I watched him having his stomach
Pumped, I realized as a mom I failed.
As the years went by the more I tried
To find a way for him to survive.
To give him a need to want to live.
It went on for very many years.
I also had a beautiful daughter.
She has the most beautiful hair.
Than she to tried to die because
I could not see her pain for I
Was trying to keep her brother alive.
As they grew up I knew that know
Matter what I did, I could not
Change the past, so I took the blame.
I prayed to my Lord for forgiveness
And may I soon seek the peace I
So badly need, to know I was not wrong.
When he was nine he tried to die.
As I watched him having his stomach
Pumped, I realized as a mom I failed.
As the years went by the more I tried
To find a way for him to survive.
To give him a need to want to live.
It went on for very many years.
I also had a beautiful daughter.
She has the most beautiful hair.
Than she to tried to die because
I could not see her pain for I
Was trying to keep her brother alive.
As they grew up I knew that know
Matter what I did, I could not
Change the past, so I took the blame.
I prayed to my Lord for forgiveness
And may I soon seek the peace I
So badly need, to know I was not wrong.
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