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Child's Play
Written by: S. W.
© Copyright 2009, All Rights Received. Use Permission

Mommy can you, hear the cries?
Of the unforgiven, who've told no lies.
Ones who took the blame, for your shame.
Ones with sorrow, in their eye's…
They take the blame, and the abuse.
As you use conveinance, a murders excuse.
Must this be the price, for a sinful act?
Or the choice, of two that interact…

Chorus:
Mommy Don't kill it, can you hear what I say?
Mommy don't kill it, this is no child's play…

(Whispered)
As I sit in my padded room, made of flesh and bone.
I can see through your eye's, as I'm told I'm alone.
Mommy why do you, want it to die?
Did it do something wrong, did it make you cry???

And as the hatred, builds inside.
I can feel my emotions, about to colide.
Mommy can you, feel it's pain?
Dosen't it, drive you insane???

Bridge:
Why must you damn, this childs life?
Dose it put you, through that much strife???

Chorus: 2
Mommy Don't kill it, can't you see?
Mommy don't kill it, it's only me…

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