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It's just a little hole but it's filled with hate. Once the bullet leaves the gun can't take it back, it's too late. It's just a little hole filled with air and dust. Walls can be made new again but Lord, what about us? It's just a little hole but it's filled with pain. Ripping through the flesh lives will never be the same. It's just a little hole but it's filled with loss. Looking for it's lost love must we pay the cost? It's just a little hole but it's filled with one so loved another unexpected grave dug as holy tears rain from above. NOTE: Won an HM in "Go for the Gold!" ***Featured in the 9/25/2002 Drama newsletter***
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