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Precious Gift

When you hold something so precious
So precious in your hands
And its innocence and beauty
Falls away like strands of sand

When this precious gift is taken
And turned in to something new
It’s hard to comprehend
When it’s lost what once you knew

When you have done all that is possible
To keep it safe from harm
And the trust you have in others
Are the ones that cause alarm

The innocence is gone
It will never be the same
And the precious gift you held
Is not the one to blame

How can you ever trust anyone
To help and understand
The precious gift will never return
But you still hold it in your hand

by Lynn Cowman

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