A Letter From Tracy: The Craddle to Heaven
It's ok Grace
even though the race
came in a fast pace
Tracy's gone
long gone away
far beyond the clouds
long beyond the stars
even though she still rocks
the little Tracy now talks
she says she loves you mom
have peace at once
it wasn't your fault,
the Lord has blessed me
blessed me into his gates
of milk and honey
three months of Earth
and I was lead out,
out through a deep
while in my craddle sleep.
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