A Child of Terror

To a child a child was born,
the angels above how they would morn. For this child shall endure a pain,
in which this world she must remain.

She does not know why she must endure, the pain and hurt she cannot cure.
The child she makes a silent cry,
she prays that soon the pain will die.

The terror went on just as in the past,
the child she prayed it would no longer last. When the child could no longer weep,
she chose for herself an endless sleep.

But the Lord from above had a wonderful plan, he sent to her the gift of a loving man.
A man given to her to protect,
and secure her from her life of neglect.

Her love for the man was deep in her heart, for this she received a brand new start.
For all the pain in which she had to endure,
the Lord has given her the perfect cure.

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