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by pookabear Jul 23, 2006 category : Life, society / other
A baby in my arms And left out in the cold My belongings stolen Nothing left to hold My babies face Keeps me alive I am only 16 Lost my strive I walk alone No friend to hold my tears No family near No man to scare my fears How could I go from so much? To so little in this place I live on the street Can’t get away from this place One last kiss And I leave her behind Because this life Is so unkind What would you do? With your little girl I am only 16 Not knowing where life could twirl.