Social Worker
By roguebabe
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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Heard you at our door
I was right behind
Locked up in the closet
Because I wouldn't mind
You never asked to see me
Dad said that all was fine
You found peace with that
Of course, no peace was mine
I never dared to cry
Please ask him, oh I pray
You closed the door and left
In here is where I'll stay
Yes I do forgive you
Not asking for me
Time healed many wounds
Some you can still see
My one ray of hope
Walked out our front door
Inside, a little died
Tomorrow, a little more
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