The door's been broken

Ever since the demon came

And looted your child

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Left vulnerable

You searched in shadows for lost

Hope under branches

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When nothing was found,

Focused and hysterical,

You wailed in the darkness

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He turned the light on

And came running toward you

Offering comfort

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His words truly were

Flowing, life-giving water

As He spoke to you

Quelling your frantic worries

When He called you Amanda

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A/N: My name's not Amanda. When I woke up, I looked it up in the dictionary. Amanda is Latin and means "worthy to be loved".