I saw her once I remember;
On the back of a milk carton one December,
Eyes like saucers filled with innocence;
I wondered who was crying over her absence,
It angered me to think who would steal her away;
From her home; her life; her routine of everyday,
Who would steal this child from her parents arms;
Deprive them of her bright little smile her charms,
And I kept on pondering and thinking;
My thoughts kept getting darker and sinking,
Deep into a dark dark corner of my mind;
A vengeful place fueled by hate raging blind,
But then I looked again at her angelic face;
And I thought that for a minute I could erase,
Those hateful feelings; for they wouldn't bring;
Her back to her loves ones under their wing,
Away from whatever place she was now;
So I told myself that some way somehow,
This beautiful soul would not stay lost;
And I prayed that at whatever cost,
This milk carton child would soon be found;
And her captors be impaled into the ground...
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