A Wee Lass From Blantyre

there was a wee lass from blantyre who i could sit and admire her life is such a mess so treat her with all your best her eyes look so great i hope i could open the gate to her heart it maybe so and show her love like i dont know her head is here and there her lass treats her bad and she dont care all the angel wants to do is get to her heart to show a mothers love is true, as the nights grow long a little angel sings a song in her head the words come out and her heart dances and bounces about one of these days she may see a true love that could be treats her good and treats her fare just like a soft wind blowing through her hair, she wants to write from words in the air with pause and thought to start where mind blowing and on a trip the words will come out in little sips so the wee lass from blantyre you see is as fantastic as an angel so near to me writing words that start pouring out boiling heart thats been so hurt and never carries any luck when the pen goes to paper and thinking of what she can do later all the muddle in her head she takes this hurt she has to bed wake up to a brand new day with lots of thoughts to what she will say trying to explain where things are wrong as these thoughts hurt her all day long but as the time is drawing in and the oldest daughter is like the brothers grim so much anger her daughter has all the mother wants is to hold her hand so if you pass an angel in the street stop and say her thoughts are deep some day it will come along her daughter will see the way a mothers love was meant to be,,,,,