A sour face
Is an hours waste
The Cry of an innocent voice
Is anothers indescent joice
As the rain falls down
The child grows a frown
Misty falls hovers over me
And the voice calls in need
Hold her tight
To make it right
Let her fall
To not know at all
So I make my choice
To hold her voice
To let her know
That I am here
The rain fades away
The misty falls comes to stay
The gift of that child
Has come to play
I state my name
To start the game
The child smiles
As I go for miles
The day grows old
And the wind is cold
I make my way
To have her stay
I fall
She calls
I hurt
She waits
I die
She lives
I made my choice
She lives
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nice rhyme u wrote this well keep up the work
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