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a song i wrote |
| My mother was never there, to do my hair My father was never there, he never cared My brother he was always in jail My sister, she was always out with boys Me and my younger brother had to fend for ourselves chours. Then one day God sent an angel to our door, She had white blonde hair, and deep green eyes, that sparkeled She took our hands and led us to a car out side our door. I'll never forget the day that God saved our life. She held up a badge and interduced her self as oficer hershy. She asked us if we new any body in jail She said the a man escaped two days ago. What could we say. chours We told her about our brother She said no its not him he was let go 5 years ago Then she pointed to a window There a man stoo d in my bedroom window holding a gun chours Yeah I'll never forget the day God saved us, from, my, dad. |