She dreamt of being an angel, who flew into the sky,
Living was never her strong point, though daily did she
try.

She felt like she would crumble, at the slightest touch,
though people came and went, none ever got close enough.

her heart had already been broken, by one who should have
known.
A man that she loved dearly, only love he should have
shown.

God had decided, she would make a pretty star,
though all this child had to show, was an ever open scar.

somtimes when the tears fell, they hurt her pretty deep
and she would have to struggle never again to weep.

for people thought her strong and amazing and grand
but all this little girls wants is to take her fathers hand.