Roads That Lead To It

Down a road of gravel and rocks,
I saw a little girl.
She was being murdered by
A man who took her world.
Down a road of pavement marked,
I saw a violent crime.
He was taking her every breath,
As he drove her with his knife.
Down a road of grass and stone,
I saw the end of love.
I watched the hunter pull his gun,
And kill the running dove.

10-18-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: They were taken so young. 😦
But they are with Him, and at peace.

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