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You looked at her softly with tears running down your cheek
You knew you had to be strong but you just felt so weak
She was so tiny and innocent just trying to live
Knowing in your heart you yourself had nothing more you could give
So behind glass you said your goodbye
Ran out the door and began to cry
That day paper and ink is what hurt you so much
What took me away for so long … not able to feel your touch
Years past by and I began to think …
Am I just made of that paper and ink?
Thoughts ran through my head of hurt, anger and fear
Wondering if you ever did shed a tear
Nineteen years ago my life was spared
I realize now you did only to be fair
I was so little I didn’t know what was best
As I cried held so close to your chest
But as I look now at what I’ve become
What I was able to accomplish and done
I was given a new chance
A different life to dance
It took many years and unselfish eyes
To understand why you had to ignore that baby’s cries.