There was a young girl
The mere age of seven
this girl is gone
far up in heaven
her story is this
Her story of woe
The day she was born
She met her greatest foe
This girl born early
And sickly was she
this girl we know
far be it from we
her life was bad
her death was good
mercy be with us
and kill her we should
A young girl
was born
and her life
already torn
her father had hit her
her mother had died
every night after she prayed
this young girl had cried
God took her away
her sickness had spread
the doctors didn't know
she was on her death bed
her father had known
she was going to die
not one shed of a tear
not a sign of a cry
Back when she
was at school
she wasn't what we
would today call cool
She was so pretty a girl
but no one saw beyond the bruises
her life had been
full no wins only losses
her life was ba
her death was good
mercy be with us
we knew that we should
the angels flew
her to heaven
this young girl
the mere age of seven
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