My Angel, Oh My Angel
I spoke with my angel as she cried today.
Her heart was ripped in half.
Her relationship with her mom had tumbled.
And hope was at best a laugh.
“My mom made me, feel like a fool.”
I can’t take this anymore.
It hurts too much, it pains my soul.
It breaks me to the floor.
“And when hope comes back to fill my mind,
I want to run away.
She’s broke my trust, that’s it, I’m done.
I quit, that’s what I say.”
And to my friend I listened, her heart was ripped in half.
Her gentle, fragile soul was spent, hope was but a laugh.
I hugged her through the mobile line, as kindly as I could.
And loved her, held her, heard her,
standing by her through bad and good.