An angle from God, sent down to Earth,
To the sinful man, who never knows his worth,
That unfortunate man, who will never learn,
Tortured that little mind, he piled up a curse.
The baby hands, that played with water,
Was trapped in a heart, not a rock, more harder,
That innocent heart, blasted so louder,
Than the sound heard, the day Krakatoa volcano erupted.
The mighty ocean could not, control it's waters,
The raging Earth, turned out to be warmer,
They did tolerate, the place where the war were,
But not that unfortunate night, a baby was tortured.
The winds could not, tolerate the sound,
They carried it to the skies, and beyond,
God hears this cry, he looks to the ground,
Honey he's always on time, he'll surely respond.
Unexplainable tears, rolled down my eyes,
I could not lift, my head to the skies,
Cause across the seas, and miles apart,
I heard a dreadful sound, of a breaking baby heart.
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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