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© In The Night
A small cry within the night, who will help me through this night?
No one to tell, no one to believe.
No child is left in me - birthday parties,slumber parties,will never
be for someone like me.
Nights with creeking boards, terror stalks this darkness, why must
it be me, I cry quietly into the night.
School days, play grounds, kids just like me.
"no one to believe"
No one to tell, no one to believe.
So cute they say, and my Daddy is so proud of me.
Whispers, touches, please, please go away.
Daddy says he so proud of me as he lays next to me.
No one to tell, to one to believe.
School days, play grounds, tomorrow I turn seven, won't you please believe me?
© 2002 All Rights Reserved By: Dee {DBM}
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