Elenore

The words wispered
On the phone at night
Words of truth
Words of sarrow hope and fear
Though we still have fun
When we can
Before the child
Was known about
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Before his mother
Hated and cursed him
Before he let go of the family
That he left to never see again
Let go of many past friends and
Things he held close and near
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She felt so mutch pain
She knew what would happen
Har father that would rather
See her more dead than alive
A mother that hasent spoken to her for so long
The home that abandoned her
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The father of the child
Stuck by her side
Even though she  never has
Walked and never will
Though he still be young
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They left there families
Left there things
Left memories and bleeding harts
But got the daughter
They waited so long for
Got a home now
That thet never want to leave
Have no family
Cus they doent need it
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But they have eachother
And there beautefull little Elenore