She fights with hand bare,
For her life hanging on a stick.
She lays on black rock of lace,
For her life hanging on a stick, dead.
She fights off dogs and crows,
For her life hanging on a stick, dead, empty.
She cries and prays,
For her life hanging on a stick, dead, empty, cold.
She smiles and cries joyfully,
For her life in a grounding burial, with his Father.
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