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The rain is calling out her name
Please help her through the pain
It's been so long since she last prayed
For Your mercy.

Hope give her strength for another day,
God give her a break from this cruel game.

She sells herself for her mistakes
She gives her soul for a better mate.
No time to cry herself to sleep,
Her heart can only keep...

The tears she couldn't show anyone,
The love she had for a vanished son.

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But if she opened her door
Would you comfort her?
And if she told you her life,
Would you listen?
If she broke down and cried,
Would you wipe her tears?
If she gave you her love,
Would you take her?