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She sleeps so uneasy She’s lost her innocence I reach out my hand to touch her Her body is so tense She starts and then wakes up Her eyes..

Have you ever looked at my eyes? If you ever did, you’d see They’re usually hazel, but they sometimes change colours They’re neit..

I have my own angel.

No matter what I do, it's never enough.

I remember my childhood. Do you?

Love him enough to hold him And sing a mother’s song Love him enough to teach him And help him right his wrongs Love him enough to kiss hi..

I run up to my room, where I lay My head in my hands and start to pray I close my eyes as they start to fight I know she’ll be in for it toni..

When she goes to school she’s happy A smile plastered on her face Nothing there can faze her Her emptiness is set in place When she comes ..

What matters most in the court of law? Has the value of truth been lost?