A Tiny Soul
small but no smaller than others.
Your hand out stretched
your small legs are curled
you breath air into us
but not aware
the laughter you made
will never be heard
effortless you sooth
with a hug
we here will fail you
you're truly a gift of love
but love of self is the pain
choices made by things we gain
hear or here are choices remain
what questions asked are not of sorrow
for that tiny soul will not see tomorrow
is it best or is it time?
where is the test?
I need more time
money short and days long
answer must be
to have me gone
no fear or worry
my tiny soul will go home
heaven and glory
not be here and be wronged
God will hold me in loving care
but you're left here with your soul to bare
