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She Is Sitting In The Corner
A Crucifix In Her Hand
And Blood For Tears.
Its Raining Broken Hearts
Nothings Changed After
All These Years:

Still The Same Girl Her Daddy Knew,
The Same Girl Her Mother Grew.
Even After All She Has Been Through,
She Still Is That Sweet, Loving,
Little Girl.


Outside A Car Is Warming Up,

To Race Her Away,
To Another Man,
Another Destination,
Without The Faces
That She Cares For.
Her Crucifix Too Is Bleeding

No One Knows Better Than Her
What Directions Next.
Her Thumb Only Knows Cruel Thoughts.
East Or West It Matters Not,
She Is Living On Hope
With Prayers For Thoughts.