She hoped that heaven wasn’t as lonely as earth,
A feeling she´d long had, since the day of her
birth,
She hoped she´d have Angels, to play happy games,
And there´d be no one nasty, to call her harsh
names.
She hoped that in heaven, folk would give her
a smile,
And that they wouldn´t point long fingers, in
anger & rile,
Hoped they would not throw barbs & verbal
hard stones,
That hurt her small aching heart, far more than
her bones.
Upon her
dying, she asked God, for just one little friend,
Which he granted with love, for her sad spirit
to mend,
She knew from that moment, it was the end of her
pain,
And that here, she would never-ever, feel lonely
again.
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