COME WITH ME MOMMY

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COME WITH ME MOMMY

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A LITTLE HEART BRUISED, A TINY VOICE CRIES,

WHY DID YOU PUT ME HERE, I JUST WANT TO DIE.

THOSE BIG HANDS ARE HEAVY, AND THE LETHER IT STINGS,

PLEASE DEAR GOD WITH THE ANGELS, LET ME SING.

I SNEAK OUTSIDE, ON MY SWING I DO FLY,

HOPING TO REACH YOU IN YOUR BIG OLE SKY.

WILL YOU LOVE ME WITH THE BLACK ON MY EYES,

WILL YOU LOVE ME IF I'M NOT A BIG GIRL, AND THEY MAKE ME CRY?

LYING IN MY BED AND IN MY MIND I HOPE,

THAT THEY DON'T COME IN WITH THEIR DRUNKEN GLOAT.

UNDER THE COVERS I TRY AND FIND PEACE,

PRAYING TO GOD, TO WHOM I BELIEVE.

THE CRASHING NOISE DOWN THE HALL, AS MOM HITS THE WALL,

THE RUMBLING IN HIS VOICE, SAYING "I HATE YOU ALL."

WHY WON'T SHE LEAVE HIM, FOR FEAR SHE HAS SAID,

COME DIE WITH ME MOMMY, RIGHT HERE IN MY BED.

IN HEAVEN WE CAN WALK, WITHOUT FEARING THAT MAN,

WITH THE ANGELS WE CAN SING, IT WILL BE SO GRAND.

NO ONE WILL MAKE FUN OF ME, AND GOD HE WILL SEE,

THAT YOU AND I ARE SAFE AGAIN, AND THAT YOU WILL LOVE ME.

SO COME DIE WITH ME MOMMY, IT ISN'T ALL THAT BAD,

NO ONE WILL MISS US, NO ONE WILL BE SAD.

TOGETHER WE CAN PLAY LIKE WE DID LONG AGO,

AND WE WON'T LIVE IN FEAR FROM THAT MAN THAT WE KNOW.

Penny