She looked just like an angel
She had a halo glowing gold
wings of white feathers
Hair the color of corn
She was just like an angel,
She held me when I cried
And hugged me when I smiled.
I think she Was an angel
Was and now is
But she wasn't then,
She was tired and grim
For when I looked closer I saw it all
Her halo was broken
Held up by some strings
It wasn't glowing gold
The sun reflected off of it
Her wings were limp and dying,
the feathers she glued back on
Her corn colored hair was knotted
Her deep blue eyes were saddened.
She became an angel again
But she is not with me
An angel she became
And an angel she will be
Sorry it's bad
