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Little Angel

A little Angel, Trying to survive, laying in her cradle by the phone. A little Angel, Tears pouring out, as she's left in the dark all alone. A little Angel, Reaching out, For a Mother she doesn't really know. A little Angel, Shivers in her tears, as her bed overflows. ~ A sad little Angel listens, As the clock strikes midnight, but a quiet lonely room is all she hears. The little Angel squirms, But with her tiny wings pinned, her little mind brings on little fears. And as the little Angels room echoes, Her crying gets a little louder, as she trys to get loose from the sheets. The little Angel whimpers, As the midnight hour tones her down, to just little weeps. ~ A little Angel, Now hardly moving, as the pain paralyzes her tonight. A little Angel. Her strength gives out, as the night begins to stop her fight. A little Angel, Goes limp in her pain, As the hand of God takes her away. A little Angel, Sits beneath the brightest light, For she's no longer there where she lay. ~ A little Angel, With a big smile on her face, now flies high above the clouds. A little Angel, Looks through heavens window, and sees her mommy in a crowd. But this little Angel, sometimes she'll cry, and let her tears fall down like the rain. As this little Angel, Wonders how her Mommy, could have caused her such pain. ~ A little Angel, Today has a bright shining face. Because this little Angel, Is dressed in pure white streaming lace. For this little Angel, Now walks with the hand that stopped her pain. But sometimes this little Angel, Still lets her tears fall down, like the rain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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