I’ve seen the face of death,
And smelled the disease,
I saw the sick little girl lying on the bed,
And crying in the empty house,
I’ve seen her beautiful face covered with tears.
I’ve seen her torn down by life,
Her heart broke to pieces,
I’ve seen her fail,
And stayed wide awake in the dark night helplessly,
And I’ve seen her dark sides,
And know all her secrets,
Whenever life knocks her down,
I am there to catch her.
I am her loving rock and she is my little girl!
However she is,
I am there for her,
Rain or shine,
I always stand by her.
By Suzanne Yang
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