She must be a fragile child,
Wondering into a world so wild
No mar nor stain of foolish pride
But a tale of hope every time she smiled.
I pictured her on thaat stained-glass window,
Beyond the blinding blur- her pacific halo.
She must be a lucky star
The brightest shimmer in the dark
When I was lost, betrayed by pride,
Every time I turned , she was by my side
And I know that when all the world could only care less
She'd give her all and a whole lot of the rest
When I was broken, hard on my knees
Washed away by the storm of tragedies
She held my hand and embraced my heart
She fixed the world that I tore apart...
She must be my angel!
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