For the Love of a Man

For the Love of a Man For the Love of a Man

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Summary

She loved a man named Tim.
She loved him enough to marry him.
She was light skinned and thin.
She went to church and sang a Hymn.
He only wanted to condemn.
He wanted her under the pen.
She was a doll to him,
And he would stick her with a gold pin.
He wanted her to be in pain,
He loved to play his ,
he would be living in the rain,
He happy when she was hit by that train.
He loved it when she cried,
All he wanted was his pride,
To be shown up by his bride,
And for him to be right by her side.
She finally found release, when she died.
He didn't cry, but he tried.
As he was alone he remembered when she was alive,
He only remembered the bad things he put her through,
Good memories, there weren't any, the bad were all he knew.
He was alone, and he would die that way this price he'd pay
Then suddenly, he was afraid.
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Summary

She loved a man named Tim.
She loved him enough to marry him.
She was light skinned and thin.
She went to church and sang a Hymn.
He only wanted to condemn.
He wanted her under the pen.
She was a doll to him,
And he would stick her with a gold pin.
He wanted her to be in pain,
He loved to play his ,
he would be living in the rain,
He happy when she was hit by that train.
He loved it when she cried,
All he wanted was his pride,
To be shown up by his bride,
And for him to be right by her side.
She finally found release, when she died.
He didn't cry, but he tried.
As he was alone he remembered when she was alive,
He only remembered the bad things he put her through,
Good memories, there weren't any, the bad were all he knew.
He was alone, and he would die that way this price he'd pay
Then suddenly, he was afraid.

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Submitted: January 31, 2007

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She loved a man named Tim.
She loved him enough to marry him.
She was light skinned and thin.
She went to church and sang a Hymn.
He only wanted to condemn.
He wanted her under the pen.
She was a voodoo doll to him,
And he would stick her with a gold pin.
He wanted her to be in pain,
He loved to play his game,
She would be living in the rain,
He smiled at her when she was hit by that train.
He loved itwhen she cried,
All he wanted was his pride,
To be shown up by his bride,
And for him to beright by her side.
She finally foud release, when she died.
He didn't cry, but he tried.
As he was alone he remembered when she was alive,
He only remembered the bad things he put her through,
Good memories, there weren't any, the bad were all he knew.
He was alone, and he would die that way this price he'd pay
The suddenly, he was afraid. 


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