A lonely child she
was, born upon this earth,
Conceived in old sin,
no one knew of her birth,
Playing alone, &
talked only to beasts & birds,
Leaving no footprints
& no heard spoken words,
She was but a whisper.
She never knew of
love & no man made her smile,
Tiptoeing through
this life, she walked many a mile,
Her breasts remained
empty, she never bore babies,
She never asked why,
nor questioned all the maybe´s,
She was but a whisper.
Nobody ever knew her,
never recognized her face,
She always knew this
earth, was never to be her place,
When entering sky´s
Heaven, upon the end of her pain,
God smiled & said
“Hello child, so good to see you again,”
She was no longer
a whisper.
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