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Witness To A Crime

Sitting high upon a cloud
I looked to the ground below
I was looking at a playground
Where little children go

I saw a very pretty girl
Swinging on a swing
I heard a pretty melody
As the girl began to sing

I didn't see her parents
She was swinging all alone
I saw a man walk by her
Then the little girl was gone

I flew upon a new cloud
To see if I could see
Where the little girl went
Maybe she had to pee

Then I heard a crying
Somewhere in the woods
I looked down and saw where the man
And the little girl stood

He had his arms around her
She was trying to fight him back
She kick and scream at him
But then I heard a slap

The little girl quit moving
And was molested by this man
Then I saw him choke her
Using his bare hands

That's when I saw him running
As he left her lying there
Then I flew down beside her
To offer up a prayer

Dear Lord this little darling
I now place in your care
I know she's up in heaven
With all the angels there

This man that I saw running
I wish that he would die
For he took the life of a child
And all I can do is cry



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Written July 31st, 2005

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