The Pure of Heart

"Now I lay me down to sleep  
I should die before I wake  
Come and let me live with you  
I pray the LORD my soul to take,  
Daddy say's I'm in their way  
That I'm one of life's mistakes  
Mommy wishes I wasn't born  
Because I'm sick and get the shakes,  
My arm hurts burned by her iron  
My eye black from daddy's fist  
Said it's my fault because I'm so bad  
Reason I'm scratched off of Santa's list,  
They say life was good without me here  
That they can't afford my doctor bills'  
Let them be happy when I'm gone  
I cause the anger daddy feels,  
Take me so I won't cause too much pain  
Send your angels' to fly me up to Heaven  
So mommy and daddy won't hurt any more  
(Daddy's mad because I just turned seven),
Keep them safe when you take my soul  
Don't let daddy hit mommy any more  
I really love them so very much  
Make them happy like they were before."  
God heard and took Johnny away  
They found his little body knelt in prayer  
With his picture bible by his side  
And a slight glow to his ruffled hair.