| Oh sweet was the voice of innocence, Which in her once abode. Until the day it was intentionally taken away, For that insignificant moment in their lives. Oh how cold her voice now really is, Empty with no soul. Oh how lifeless her body really is, Waiting for His call. Yearning to be taken away from the cruel world she knows. Yearning to be heard by Him before her pain is exposed. Yearning to feel significant,so that she no longer needs to know; What it feels like being a child with no soul. |
| Child With No Soul |
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