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Monday, May 08, 2006
Angel Of Grief
I married a man I love, Mom
I meant it as I wed.
You told me not to do it, Mom
so I listened to me instead.
I felt proud of myself, Mom
the way I thought I would,
that I made my own decisions, Mom
though I'm wondering if I chose good.
I made a bad, bad choice, Mom
and your advice to me was right
as the romance finally ended, Mom
and abuse is all in sight.
I got into a problem, Mom
He's turned into a beast,
I never knew what was coming, Mom
something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the floor, Mom
And I hear the policeman say,
There's not much I can do. Oh, Mom
His voice seems far away.
My own blood's all around me, Mom
as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say, Mom
"This girl is going to die."
I'm sure my love had no idea, Mom
while he lifted the weapon high,
because today he chose to hurt me, Mom
now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, Mom
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me, Mom
like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister that I love her Mom
tell my dad to please be brave,
and when I go to heaven, Mom
put "God's Angel" on my grave.
Someone should have taught him, Mom
that its wrong to make others pay.
Maybe if his parents had, oh, Mom
I'd still be alive today.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments, Mom
and I'm so very unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mom,
as I lie here and I die.
I wish that I could say oh, Mom
I love you and good-bye.
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