In Memory of Baby P

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Little blonde child
Known to us by only a letter
Runs free on an emerald playing field
Kicks a ball to Bobby Moore
Who smiles and lifts a boy
Into the true hand of God.



God bless Baby P, we failed you but you’re safe at home in heaven now.
Let justice be done.

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