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Zero
 
A little child sits alone, in his
home tonight
Mothers gone out, as hes
just pushed aside
Only five years old, and
being alone is such a fright
His mommy hasnt hugged
him, since his daddy died
He dials zero on the
telephone, asking for the
number to heaven
The lady said God don't have
a phone, as she begins to
laugh
He tells the lady she's wrong,
that daddy said God loves all
his children
And as a tear rolled off his
cheek, he said God has
everything
Zero was the number of
hugs, his mommy gave him
Zero was the kisses she
gave, when hed clean his
room
Zero was the presents he
recieved, last week when he
turned five
To him zero was the way of
life, since his daddy died
He dials the number to the
church, where his daddy
used to go
He said preacher man, I need
to talk to God and daddy
He said the lady says, I can't
talk to God on the telephone
But tonight I'm all alone, and
I need to talk to daddy
The preacher man told him
to talk to daddy, he had to
get down on his knees
That God and daddy were
listening, that they would
hear his words
When the preacher man was
done, he came and took the
boy into the city
And with a smile on his face,
the little boy said my daddy
heard my words
Zero was the number of
hugs, his mommy gave him
Zero was the kisses she
gave, when hed clean his
room
Zero was the presents he
recieved, last week when he
turned five
To him zero was the way of
life, since his daddy died
Now he lives with a new
mommy and daddy, kisses
and hugs everyday
His mommy sits in a cell
alone, full of tears and
feeling sad
Now zero is the sons she has,
for leaving him alone to play
And zero is the number he
forgets, when he kneels and
talks to dad

By George_Martin

© 2015 George_Martin (All rights reserved)

 

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