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March 29th 4-5-01
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2001 Only twenty days old,
So new to this
Different world
Smelling of a
Skin-so-soft scent,
We're so happy
For the days here spent.
Born the nineth
Died twenty days later,
Causing pain for all,
Especially his sister.
Not knowing who he was
Or what would happen,
A child so young would
Never have sinned.
He was taken away
From his whole family
Sabing him wasn't
A possibility
She sits feeling guilty
For something she couldn't do
She lives with regret
Not living her life through
She dreamt that night
That he was going to die
She failed to see
His life already went by
He lives in her soul
Even to this day
She can't get it outa her mind
No matter what people say
Everyone tells her
She couldn't have helped
But even still,
She feels she is at fault
Now he is gone and
All she can do is cry,
Praying that she could have changed
That day, March 29th.
