This time

John Elefante

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    She sat cold in a waiting room
    Frightened and all alone
    Watched the clock tick down
    Knowing that her baby would soon be gone
    Her head slung low, so embarrassed
    She was 13 years old
    She felt a kick inside as a reminder
    Of a life she couldn't show
    Then she heard a voice inside say "run away!
    It was a mistake, but don't throw your child away!"

    Then she fell into a light sleep
    Had a dream about a little girl
    There was a birthday cake and three candles
    She was living in another world
    She saw the little girl become a woman
    Living in a happy home
    Then she was suddenly awakened
    By a voice that called her name
    They said, "don't worry, you'll be fine
    You're still young, we see this all the time."

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    Right then the lord began to speak:
    "You're not taking this one! She's mine!
    She'll grow up and seek my name
    You're not taking her! She's mine!
    And you're not taking her this time
    No, you're not taking her this time."

    She laid flat on the table
    She asked "please, can I talk to someone?"
    But a headstrong woman with a blank stare
    Said "we've gotta get this done."
    Then she cried out, "lord, please help me!
    I've got to get to a phone!
    I need to call my mother
    To help me find my baby a home!"
    They said, "don't worry, you'll be fine
    You're still young, we see this all the time."

    Right then the lord began to speak:
    "You're not taking this one! She's mine!
    She'll grow up to seek my name
    You're not taking her this time
    I started before time began
    Her name is written in the book
    They didn't have the power to take her life.
    They're not taking her - she's mine!
    You're not taking her this time
    No, you're not taking her this time."
    No, you're not taking her this time

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