Pure Darkness


She had darkness
she couldn't control.
She took her life
and let it go.

Some say she will never stand
at heavens golden gate,
but I believe
God does not have such hate.

Wearing a dress of white,
she is buried beneath the ground.
With a ring around her neck
she cannot make a sound.

She had darkness
she couldn't control.
She took her life
and let it go.

Now her voice is heard
above them all,
for all of those
about to fall.

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