A Thing Called Death
A thing called death,
How could it be?
That it would take,
Both of my babies.
October the 25th,
The day would be,
That my firstborn
I would get to see.
A life cut short,
By a thing called death.
My baby boy never,
Got to take his first breath.
Some time in December,
My baby girl
Would have been born
Into this world.
A life cut short,
By a thing called death.
My baby girl never,
Got to take her first breath.
This thing called death,
How could it be?
That something so cruel,
Would take my babies.
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